TIME, one of life’s only evolving constants, is a funny thing, it will wither you, make you old, it was here before you were born, and it’ll be here long after you’re dead, but never same, constantly changing, this second before and the one second ahead never to be seen again.

One of the interesting things about time is how it can change the past, events marked and dates stamped in time forever and ever, and yet, time can alter perceptions of those events, what they meant, how you felt and how you feel, and how the more recent past can shape thoughts on the more distant.

I doubt there are many who appreciate this concept more than Fernando Torres, seemingly lost in a fog of regret and bad decisions, a shadow of the player who, for a period, was arguably the most gifted and devastating striker ever to wear the Liverpool No.9 shirt.

Who would have guessed that 10 months on, it is Torres, not Liverpool, who appears to be racked with regret, still struggling to find a path, like the wife who thought the bloke with the nice car down the street could give her a better life, only to find that her name missing from the invites to the big parties, left alone and outside, benched on the expensive passenger seat of the shiny Range Rover of Andre Villas Boas and resigned to the School run of League Cup football.

So what if we had the chance to rescue El Niño?

Just think about that for a second and embrace a spirit of forgiveness and reconciliation

Fernando Torres, would you come back?