One thing I'd credit with Jelavic at the moment is his humility and team spirit.
Tonight he was bad, I mean everything from the way he did his laces to the ill-kept mop on his head, the boy created a goddamn stink that even the politest most courtiest girlfired wouldn't ignore. He was as rank as your sent box the morning after a hedonistic cocktail of illtimed confidence and cheap booze. Man was he rough.
Yet the lad holds his head up, communicates well and celebrates every goal like it was his.
He's lost the slot but he's still a blue, and what a blue. In twenty years time he'll still be here, still in Liverpool complaining in Lulu's because the Cains is off.