Based on what we've heard in the last weeks, this appointment was in the mail. If I'm being honest, I'm optimistic. For a start, I'm glad the whole manager search thing is over. The worst would have been watching the hunt drawn out across the European Championships and into July, although that scenario would have been so Liverpool. And while the wooing of Louis van Gaal to an administrative position at the club isn't quite at an end, Rodgers deftly averted the speculative hysteria around the Dutchman's arrival by handling himself like a total champ.
Of course, there was talk of Andres Villas-Boas and other similarly vaunted Euro-ponies coming aboard, which would have been nice(ish), though it smacked distinctly of sloppy seconds (such an uncomfortable term, but necessary; so, so necessary).
Now if he can bring over that super-sounding Icelandic fella, we may have something to help shore up the midfield when Stevie G. and Jordan Henderson return bone-knackered from the Euros. In that vein, my greatest worry is whether or not Brendan Rodgers will be able to attract anyone of quality to the club during the offseason. God knows that the roster's a bit of a mixed bag, just now.
Time will tell. Regardless, it's safe to argue that, for any number of reasons, Mr. Rodgers' hands are now well and truly full. Good luck to you, sir.
I Hate Liverpool
PS. What are the odds that, at some point during Liverpool's summer North American tour, a sign will be held up in the stands, probably in Toronto, that reads, "Mr. Rodgers' Neighborhood," or something frightfully similar?
Rather high, I'd say. Oh, the squalor.