Watching Liverpool this season has been like watching a much-loved family dog falling ill and slowly losing the will to live; all his old joy and lust for life has evaporated. It's heartbreaking to see and you know that some time soon, he will have to be put out of his misery.
There is a yearning for the players to remove the shackles that all too visibly chain them down but clearly they are unable to do so. They seem withdrawn into themselves, bereft of creativity and excitement. As each game comes along it's easy to feel that this will be the one where they really kick on and play well, but it rarely ever is. Tonight's game against Portsmouth should be a comfortable, confidence-boosting win, but on current form that's far from likely.
Whatever team Benitez puts out plays with inhibition; a kind of rigor mortis has set in. The club is likewise atrophying. There is no vision of the future, there is merely surviving. And merely surviving is not good enough for a great old club like Liverpool.
Push is now coming to shove. With the Champions League looking to be beyond them and the Europa Cup too, if Thursday's performance is anything to go by, the club is running out of steam. Within a week or so, their season may well be over.
Its twin heart beats of Carragher and Gerrard look exhausted, shell-shocked even, as week after week they have battled to make a diamond out of the dirt. Gerrard appears not to have smiled once all season, his face set in a permanent frown. Misery permeates the club.
Poor performances are now the norm. Boring football is now the norm. Losing to the likes of Wigan and Lille is now the norm. It doesn't surprise anyone anymore. The fans loyalty to the players and to Rafa is admirable. There are too many shrill, fickle fans in football that want the world and want it now. But Anfield seems quiet these days. Hicks and Gillette seem to have sapped the fans of their passion. Like an incubus squatting on the comatose body of the club, they have drained the life out of LFC. The club and its supporters have withdrawn into themselves in a collective act of depression. This is not the noisy, vibrant Merseyside club of yore.
This weekend came the latest story of potential investors taking a 40% stake in the club. However, even if it happens, The Rhone Group will only be paying down the debt to make the club a more attractive prospect to buy. Their money may well make it easier for the club to raise the money for a new ground, but while it is a lifeline, it is not a big new future. It is a stepping stone to a new future, not the new future itself. The worry is this will act as a life support machine for the club, keeping it alive but still unhealthy.
This is a hugely crucial moment in the club's history. Liverpool, until Bill Shankly took over, were not a powerhouse of world football, far from it. They languished in the second tier, very much the poor cousins of the East Lancs road. If there isn't a major, deep, profound overhaul of the club this summer, there is no telling where the slump will end. Seriously, this is a pivotal moment.
Without Champions League money and possibly more crucially, without the bait of Champions League football to attract top players and without a new ground to maximise income on match days, Liverpool could easily slip into being a mid-table side or worse, unable to compete at the top table any more. The club stands on the verge of an era of decline.
Liverpool legend Phil Thompson launched an impressive, impassioned defence of his club on Soccer Saturday this weekend, driven, it seemed, by the very real fear that the end is nigh. This was no mere plea for more money, it was greater than that, it was a plea for the very survival of the club. Hicks and Gillett must sell up and get out or properly fund the club.
Christian Purslow appears to be trawling the world for rich people with money to spare with a degree of haste which suggests he also knows we're in end game now.
With talk of their best players being restless, with their fortunes on the pitch declining, with no vision or planning in place, Liverpool is adrift in a sea of confusion. It's just existing from day to day with owners who are divided between wanting to sell and stay but with no ability or desire to put any more money into the club and the very real possibility of not being able to service the loans they have taken out to buy it.
Surely the owners realise that this is actually decreasing the value of their asset. Surely they'd be better off selling now before it gets any worse. Christ it's a depressing mess.
The gossip about whether Rafa will stay or go is inevitable. As a long-time Rafa fan myself, even I have to admit that recently, it has started to feel like the end of an era. The energy to keep on fighting is understandably diminished. A major new investor or owner will surely want to begin a new era with a new management team, though that is still a long way away from happening.
The status quo isn't an option now. If nothing changes, the decline next season may be rapid as most of the quality players will understandably jump ship feeling they have given all they can to this cause. It will be really hard to bring in any top-quality players because Liverpool, under Hicks and Gillett, has become toxic. You need to have a future to offer new, top-notch players more than just the hope of better times at some distant, undefined point.
The coming months are some of the most important in Liverpool's history because the club is unwell and it isn't looking like it's going to recover. If it was an aged family pet, the car has been started and a blanket is being put on the back seat for that last ride. It's hard not to feel very sad.