Chris Bascombe: Alexander Isak has been so bad for Liverpool they are missing Darwin Nunez
Amid the debris of the most horrendous Anfield loss of Arne Slot’s reign, there will no doubt still be those studiously studying the broader circumstances, arguing vehemently that it is a matter of when, not if, Isak will justify his price tag.
It would be useful if those blessed with such expertise could offer a timeline for the rest of us. The spring of 2026, perhaps? Or are we to believe that next August has been circled as a date in the diary for Liverpool’s most expensive ever footballer to show up?
Granted, Isak’s “pre-season” conditioning at Liverpool began on September 1. Was it part of the deal that it would continue for at least half the season? Is it reasonable to expect more for £125m? A single Premier League goal before Christmas would be a start. How about the occasional sprint, or attempt to win the ball from a dawdling defender?
Among the many questions around Isak’s minimal contribution to date, one is difficult to shake off: just how unfit did he get when beginning his self-inflicted exile from Newcastle United? The suggestions at the time were that he was training with his former club Real Sociedad. What monstrosity of a health club do they run in the Basque country?
If Isak’s summer camp was limited to occasional jogging, he executed those drills to perfection upon his recall this weekend.
No shots on target, no duels or tackles won, and no big chances in his 68 minutes told the sorry tale. Liverpool used to have the ultimate workaholic front line. The only high press Isak has executed since moving to Anfield has kept his club suit looking sharp.
The striker Isak replaced, Darwin Núñez, was castigated for vastly superior performances than this.
Núñez lacked general poise and finesse, but flawed as he was you could never take your eyes off him. You would have struggled to notice Isak was on the pitch on Saturday until his number was up.
He was not alone in his minimal contribution. A collective effort has gone into making Isak resemble Christian Benteke in a Liverpool shirt more than Núñez, or the gold standard for recent Liverpool 9s, Roberto Firmino.
The same can be said of the numerous factors which have thus far made Wirtz look more like Nigel Clough in the No 7 jersey, when he was supposed to be Peter Beardsley.
Everything that made Liverpool so good last season has momentarily evaporated, every segment of the pitch compromised. Absenteeism and the forming of new relationships can be an explanation more than an excuse, but where once the players and manager found solutions to setbacks, this season they have consistently panicked when down and transformed perilous positions into dire ones.
The reassurances that it will come good in time will continue. Such is the quality within Slot’s squad, the odds are that eventually it will improve for the team and club as a whole, even if recent arrivals still have to show the shirt is not too heavy for them.
But this was not the plan. Liverpool were meant to be striding powerfully forward from a position of strength, not drifting backwards in readiness for a fresh assault next season.
Tom Werner, the Liverpool chairman, watched the horror of the 3-0 loss to Forest unfold from the directors’ box, no doubt dispatching his private report of the latest abomination to his FSG colleagues.
The appeals for patience – and assurances the dip will not last – can extend for another week.
That cannot change the sobering reality that Liverpool’s owners must be watching the record signings with growing concern that they have put their hands in their pockets and emerged with pieces of fluff rather than gold coins.