By the end، it was difficult to think any of the Liverpool supporters would care too greatly that the kaleidoscope of nostalgic banners they had brought to Madrid were already looking a little out of date. Liverpool had their sixth star and when we see them again next season we can be sure they will have added “Madrid، 2019” to the red، yellow and white flags that have been fluttering from Spanish balconies، hotel windows and lamp-posts in memory of Istanbul، 2005، as well as Rome، 1977 and 1984، plus Wembley، 1978، and Paris، 1981، as the Guardian said.
For Liverpool، such devoted collectors of trophies، it was the sixth time in their prodigious history that the club’s ribbons have been attached to that shiny old pot. There is only Real Madrid، with 13، and Milan، on seven، with a superior record and when Jordan Henderson lifted the trophy to the skies it meant Liverpool had won it more times than the other Premier League clubs put together. Mohamed Salah and Divock Origi know now how it feels to score the decisive goals in European football’s showpiece occasion and، when the reward is so high، it will not bother Jürgen Klopp or any of the victorious players that they could have played a lot better.
Spurs will never forget the night they passed up the opportunity to win the biggest match of their 137 years in existence. For Mauricio Pochettino and his players، it was like seeing a beautiful painting being ripped apart. They will be pained، in particular، that Alisson did not have to make a noteworthy save until the late exchanges and the harsh reality at this level is that there is no glory attached to competing in the final if، at the end of the night، you are not allowed to examine how cold the metal feels on your hands. Liverpool’s players had been through that anguish against Real Madrid last year.
They were here to make sure the same did not happen again and this time they had Salah on the pitch for a lot longer than he was in Kiev. Liverpool were playing a team that finished 26 points below them in the Premier League last season، rather than one that had come to think of the Champions trophy as their own private possession. There was no Sergio Ramos، with his devil’s horns and that look on his face that said: who، me?
What Klopp’s men could never imagined was that they would score before any of the 22 players had a scuff of grass on their knees. To be precise، there were 23 seconds on the clock when Moussa Sissoko jutted out his right arm to give away the penalty that blew a gaping hole in Tottenham’s plans. It took Salah another 91 seconds to collect the ball، place it on the spot and gather his thoughts from 12 yards out. It was his first kick of the night and، even above the desperate whistles of the Spurs fans، it was possible to make out the satisfying thud of leather on leather. Salah aimed his shot through the middle، Hugo Lloris dived to his left and the ball was still rising as it flew into the part of the goal the goalkeeper had vacated.