Remember 1996? The year football was coming home, the year of the dentist’s chair, of Kevin Keegan’s famous “I would love it” outburst, and of Robbie Fowler. Fowler undoubtedly had it all at this point, the impudent cheek, the ability to find the corner of the net off either foot, from any distance, in any game. And in this particular game, Aston Villa barely had time to get to their positions before they found themselves on the wrong end of some more magic from “God”.
It was a big weekend in the Premier League, with the top four going head to head in consecutive days. But whilst Newcastle versus Manchester United the following evening was undoubtedly the biggest clash of the weekend (and the season), the argument between Liverpool (3rd) & Villa (4th) was an interesting aperitif on the Super Sunday. Villa had a more than useful team under the pragmatic Brian Little- they would go on to lift the Coca Cola Cup just a few weeks after this game- with the likes of Dwight Yorke, Gareth Southgate & Mark Bosnich all starring, and they had eased their way clear of the likes of Arsenal & Everton to make a concerted push for a UEFA Cup place. Liverpool had already beaten them at Villa Park earlier in the season, thanks to goals from Stan Collymore and, of course, Fowler, and they would go on to beat them again in the FA Cup Semi Final at Old Trafford the following month courtesy of….well you already know don’t you?
So anyway, with Liverpool needing the win to keep the leading duo in sight (and praying for a draw at St James’ Park the following night), a fast start was what Roy Evans demanded. But even a Liverpool veteran like Evans would have been mesmerized by the start his side provided. Less than two minutes had elapsed when John Barnes produced a magical backheeled flick in the air for Steve McManaman to fire a perfect right foot volley across Bosnich and into the Kop End net for the opener. It came at the end of a prolonged spell of possession that was commonplace at Anfield in this particular season, with Barnes, Collymore, Michael Thomas & Jason McAteer linking up to devastating effect down the right.
Villa were shaken, but with enough experience in their ranks they knew they could regroup and get a foothold in the game. Wrong! Just three minutes later Fowler buried the match with the most stunning of goals. Receiving a simple pass to feet from McAteer forty yards from goal, Fowler had Steve Staunton at his back and little choice but to display the hold up skills Ian Rush had been busy teaching him. Or so we thought. In an instant, Fowler produced a Cruyff turn of epic proportions to leave Stan trailing and, without a seconds thought, unleashed an exocet of a left foot strike that went like an arrow into Bosnich’s top right hand corner. Typical Fowler. As was the celebration, jumping wildly into the Kop, almost injuring himself in the process!
It had knocked the stuffing out of the visitors, they were lagging against the ropes, awaiting the final blow. They didn’t have to wait long. Three more minutes to be precise. Fowler was involved from start to finish, holding the ball in the left wing position, he laid it back to Thomas and spun in behind his man. Thomas, an under-rated performer in an often over-rated side, clipped a beautiful ball into the inside left channel for God, who took a touch before smashing a fierce left foot strike from the corner of the box. In truth Bosnich was culpable, the ball bouncing over his dive and nestling in the far corner, but did we care? Eight minutes in and Villa were looking for a way out of L4. Fowler had buried them, as he would do again in Manchester a month later.
It could have been worse for Villa. Fowler wasted several chances for a hat-trick, showing the cheeky side which at the time ran through his game like a stick of Blackpool rock, Collymore & Redknapp drew saves from the shell-shocked Bosnich, whilst Barnes went close with a trademark free kick. Villa mustered only a passing threat from set pieces, with Yorke marshalled expertly by Phil Babb (honest) & John Scales. In truth the second half was non-event, a party to celebrate the first eight minutes.
Alas Liverpool never managed to catch the top two, inconsistency away from home- typified by a 1-0 loss at Coventry just three days after the epic 4-3 win over Newcastle at Anfield- was the ultimate decider, as Manchester United overhauled Keegan’s side to claim their third Premier League crown in four years, before heaping further misery on the Reds with a 1-0 win in a drab FA Cup final thanks to Eric Cantona’s dexterous volley. But this particular afternoon belonged to Liverpool, and some bloke we call God. Hallelujah.