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Look at it: that’s something to play for. |
Deep breath. You’re allowed one, or two. Could you call this the perfect final? In this miracle of a European season, two sides who epitomise the never-say die, line up in Central Spain. Liverpool v Tottenham. Salah v Kane, Klopp v Poch, Merseyside v London.
You could be forgiven for thinking you’re still dreaming: pinch yourself. Divock Origi’s steer into Ter Stegen’s top corner sparked crazy celebrations round Melwood, round the globe. The most improbable of comebacks, could it actually be Liverpool’s year?
Did someone say improbable? Lucas Moura, arguably, represents the sheer heart of this North-London side: passion, desire, grit. Considered surplus to requirements under Unai Emery, and by Tite for his national side: the Brazilian came up with a hat-trick. It’s not just that: his side were three goals down. They were bearing down another bottling moment. That’s why this one sticks, you can’t look past it. You saw Pochettino in tears right? Yeah, that’s what this game could do to you. This is why we love this sport so much.
Pundits aren’t meant to be this passionate, as we are to be objective. But I’ll tell you, never again would we ever see a campaign like this. Never. And you know what: we’re not done seeing yet.
I’ll be somewhere in a meeting with Antoine Griezmann (on FIFA). He’s sorta promised me tickets. I sincerely doubt you’ll miss this one.
This final is a gift, to all who love this game, who identify with the sheer passion, the adrenaline that moves through you. Oh, football ❤️.
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