I must say I had my doubts about Roy Hodgson from the beginning, I wasn't exactly very well informed but I knew that the season before, he was manager of Fulham. And I got a funny feeling after watching his interview on arriving at Anfield.

By January, it was clear that my intuition had not been wrong in that instance, Roy Hodgson having led us in and out of the relegation zone, out of the League cup thanks to Northampton and had overseen debilitating losses to just about any club in the land. We were languishing in the lower half of the table and people predicted Liverpool FC to finish anywhere between 9th to 17th.

They say its darkest before dawn, and this oddly beautiful cliche has never been truer. Out went Roy Hodgson and in came Kenny Dalglish. Suddenly the confidence was back. The passing game returned. The pressing. We looked like we could win again, and teams again began to fear instead of laughing when they heard that Liverpool was in town. Out went one phenomenal striker, in came two. In a flash, The King brought us back to life. We've beaten Manchester United, Chelsea, Manchester City and drew with Arsenal at the Emirates while missing the likes of Gerrard, Agger, Johnson and Kelly. That match alone showed what that one man had done to the team. Despite losing Johnson, Carragher and Carroll during the match itself, playing the youngsters Flanagan, Robinson and Jay Spearing, we came from behind and scored, salvaging the draw. Arguably the best team in the league now, we will hold our breath as we head into the final matches of the season, challenging for a European spot.

Long Live the Legend. Long Live the King.