PLENTY to get your teeth into this week, though far from palatable for Liverpool fans.

After Luis Suarez decided to inflict a tooth tattoo on the right arm of Chelsea defender Branislav Ivanovic, I joked how maybe the famous “This Is Anfield” sign should be rebranded “This Is Fangfield”.

But the sign should be remodelled “This Is Damnfield” as Suarez, supremely talented striker that he is, has again dumped the club into the mire by objectionable on-field behaviour, which was met with a ten-match ban.

The season before last it was Suarez’s racist attack on Manchester United’s Patrice Evra that yielded an eight-match ban, insufficient given the vile offence.

Then, Liverpool’s blanket defence was almost as distasteful. The club, my club for more than five decades, tried to defend the indefensible. All clubs resolutely stand by their players but Liverpool’s stance over the Evra affair was lamentably untenable.

Furore over Suarez flared at the outset of this season too when theatrical tumbles to the turf, otherwise known as diving, deflected from his reputation as a genuine world-class goal predator.

There did seem to be a tipping point when, finally taken to task, the 26-year-old regained his gravitational bearings so that emphasis was purely on his dismantling of the nation’s defences.

But the baggage surrounding Suarez swelled more than a congested airport carousel by his bizarre attack on the Chelsea centre-back – a case of big mouth strikes again given his jaws clamp on an opponent at Ajax.

That initial chew of the flesh landed him a seven-match ban, and so an even longer suspension was inevitable.

At least, and in acute contrast to the Evra shambles, both player and club acted with Usain Bolt swiftness to apologise. It was the least they could do.

Since the upper arm chomp on Ivanovic there has been much gnashing of teeth capped by calls for a life-time ban, kicked out of English football, and certainly booted out by Liverpool. Even PM David Cameron weighed in, though I can’t recall any comments from him on a Grand Prix roaring around Bahrain, that bastion of human rights, or on John Terry’s past indiscretions.

But as we have seen with offenders through the last two decades – the aforementioned Terry, Jan Molby, Eric Cantona, Lee Hughes – their footballing futures were not stopped. After demeanours all more offensive than the bite, they all returned to play more games, earn more cash, amass more honours and plaudits.

A life ban is ludicrous, but what of Suarez’s future at Anfield?

The argument has been posited that Liverpool would be extremely foolish to jettison their player as some other club would offer a fat new deal. Excusing the choice of phrase, it would be like biting your nose off to spite your face.

Here’s a player whose 30 goals this season have been the difference between languishing in the lower half of the table and skirting towards mid-tier mediocrity. The Reds just cannot afford to lose him, the argument persists.

While true, m’lud, it also smacks of the game’s propensity for expediency and I don’t want Liverpool to resort to that, though I suspect they will.

While marvelling at his stellar vibrancy – when he concentrates on purely playing there’s no one in England to touch him – I think it’s time for Luis to seek a meal ticket elsewhere.

For all his skill, for all his industry, and for all his importance to Liverpool’s attacking armoury, he’s gone too far.

Former Reds raiders Roger Hunt, Kevin Keegan, Kenny Dalglish, Ian Rush, Robbie Fowler, Michael Owen and Fernando Torres all took the knocks, bangs and bruises – dishing them out too.

But none dragged the reputation of my club through more mud than to be found on a 1970s gluepot of a pitch. Time to go.