It was the fourteenth of April, 2016. Thomas Tuchel’s Dortmund were drawing with Jurgen Klopp’s Liverpool in the Quarter-finals of the Europa League; the score 3-3 and there are seconds left.
A Free-kick at the Kop end, Sturridge works it to Milner, who dispatches a cross that meets the head of Dejan Lovren…It is 4-3.
A night where Dortmund took the lead and threatened to dump Liverpool out; for some reason, European nights under the floodlights at Anfield renders one to possess feelings that are inexplicable, where anything is possible.
It was a night where the allure, the magic, the romance of being in Europe was rekindled.
Where Tuchel was left flabbergasted and dumbstruck in trying to explain the defeat and the effect of Anfield.
Two years later and leading a team with greater expectations, greater stars and bankrolled by greater wealth, the sisters of fate decided his fate would remain the same.
Drawing and in the dying minutes of the game, it appeared that Paris Saint-Germain would snatch a point after recovering from 2-0 down.
Up stepped Roberto Firmino and slalomed his way in the box, before unleashing a shot and ensuring that Tuchel’s previous fate would be bestowed upon him yet again.
It resulted in him calling the final score ”not logical”, and dwelling in waters of obscurity in trying to explain his side’s performance.
This is a Liverpool team who, with their offensive prowess and defensive stability, possess the kind of resilience that has not been seen in a while; the type of attitude that converts draws into wins and the kind of mindset that ensures winning is turned into a habit.
Continue likes this and Europe will tremble at the sight of having to face the Reds, for PSG found out that Anfield and Liverpool are imperious on European nights.