Swansea v Liverpool - live! Preamble Swansea City Football Club versus Liverpool Football Club: the game for which every helicopter and its view, every man and his friend who went to Harvard, has been waiting. Or the Brendan Derby as it's known by all but the myth himself, to whom, of course, it's the Myself Derby. And himself hopes that ourselves all learn something about ourselves from himself, from a football match that has been conceived, invented, prepared, calculated and theorised for ourselves's betterment. But you can bet that this is a strange old to-do for Brendan himself. Embarrassment takes many forms, to wit: lighting the wrong end of a cigarette talking to a pretty girl, calling your teacher Mum, pulling your pants down getting ready for your first ever PE lesson, being caught mooning your girlfriend by her mum, concern over your appearance, life in general, death, facetious preambles, self-aware facetious preambles, facetious preambles that are self-aware about being self-aware, facetious preambles that are facetiously self-aware about being self-aware, being an only child - many forms. But none compare, so I'm told, to the peculiar embarrassment of taking one in the eye off your little brother. You tutored him in the ways of righteousness, told him everything you knew - and here he is, telling you what's up! Ouch for you! And yet, hidden amongst the embarrassment - probably not all that well - is the ego that tells you yeah, this is all me really. I did this, me, I did it to myself, it's like myself playing chess against myself, which makes it me, which means I win. No, Brendan it does not - though knowing him, he'll probably feel more like God had Abel offed Cain. And then there's Swansea. Michael Laudrup's tenure began with all the frolicking fun that you'd expect of a honeymoon period, otherwise known as a game against QPR, continuing for a few weeks until over-indulgence prompted what seemed worryingly like a bout of honeymoon cystitis. But recently, things have been going pretty well. His signings have come off, he's still absurdly handsome, he's still absurdly handsome, and he's perfected perfection. His version of tiki-taffy is a little less ergonomic than Brendan's - unsurprising, given the expropriation of chief passer Andres Hernandez Allen - but then this is football, not a CDT project, so that's not necessarily a bad thing. Either way, both teams are in decent form, playing decent stuff, defending indecently, so this should be good. But then it should be a good life, too.