WHAT’S red and black on the outside and green on the inside? Every Manchester United fan on Planet Earth right now.

Liverpool have twice as many Champions League/European Cup titles as their bitter old rivals do and the Liverbird is well and truly back on its f***ing perch!

Sir Alex Ferguson & Co also know this brilliant Reds side is not going away anytime soon. And they must fear, just like the buses their managers are so keen on parking, that this pot will swiftly be followed by a couple more.

The final itself was not a classic but Kop fans will not care a jot. This has been a journey that begun when Jurgen Norbert Klopp and his huge smile arrived on Merseyside in October 2015.

The affable German promised he’d win titles within four years and was true to his word – landing the big one a year after cursing his side’s bad luck against Real Madrid the previous campaign.

There was almost a sense of destiny this time around, especially after the miraculous 4-0 turnaround against Barcelona in the semi-final. Walking away empty-handed after nine months of sustained brilliance would have been hard to bear and hilarious for the haters.

Three factors affected the match at the Wanda Metropolitano on Saturday – the three-week break, the two side’s knowing each other so well and the weather.

Liverpool would have been worried about losing their rhythm after an impressive end to the season, while Tottenham needed it to get their exhausted and injured players back in shape. The saying familiarity breeds contempt was not invented for nothing, while it was so hot and humid pitch-side that it felt like Satan had farted in your face.

Mauricio Pochettino’s men had lost six of their last eight games and not buying a single player since Lucas Moura arrived on January 31, 2018, finally caught up with them. They were a squad that had everything rung out of them and could give no more. Still there is almost something comforting about Tottenham going all Spursy as the season ends. It’s like being over-fed at your grand-parents’ house, or that first glass of red wine in front of a roaring fire.

Yes they have an amazing new stadium but good foundations need to support more than just architecture. So now this is possibly the most important summer in Tottenham’s history.

If it goes right Poch will stay, serious money will be spend and the glory run to Madrid this season will not be a one off. If it doesn’t their talented Argentine boss could flutter his eyelashes in many different directions and star players like Harry Kane, Christian Erikson, Son Heung-min and Dele Alli could fancy bigger pay packets and better chances of silverware elsewhere.

Unfortunately for Tottenham that quarter were total anonymous when it mattered most. Kane – clearly not the 100 per cent fit he professed to be – looked like he couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.

If rumoured suitors Real Madrid were watching then Erikson failed his audition, while Son failed to shine and Alli’s night was summed up when he tried to chip Alisson when Liverpool’s strapping 6ft 3in Brazilian was stood on his line!

England man Alli was then hooked and reacted as petulantly as you’d expect. He’s so spoiled salt couldn’t save him and his attitude and ability is once again in question after yet another big game totally passed him by.

Moussa Sissoko gave away a penalty after 22 SECONDS when the ball hit his out-stretched arm. Brains aren’t everything. In his case they’re nothing as you cannot make the decision so easy for referees, especially in Europe.

Mo Salah – cruelly injured by Sergio Ramos 12 months ago – lashed the spot-kick down the middle. Reds had to wait until three minutes from the end for Sir Divock of Origi to make sure. The Belgian supersub has had three shots on target in the Champions League this season. He has scored three goals. He is a Kop legend.

The 24-year-old was also one of just four survivors from the team Klopp fielded in his first game in charge – Mignolet, Clyne, Skrtel, Sakho, Moreno, Lucas, Can, Milner, Lallana (Allen), Coutinho, Origi (Ibe).

Only Origi and Milner got on the field on Saturday, Moreno has been on the bench so often he has splinters and the injury-jinxed Lallana has barely featured.

In every department Klopp and his superb scouting network have massively upgraded.

Alisson was safe, assured and outstanding when Spurs threatened – a total contrast to Loris Karius last season who had a nightmare final and even Simon Mignolet says his club-mate is the best keeper he’s ever seen.

Trent Alexander-Arnold at right-back over Nathaniel Clyne – where do you start with a 20-year-old local lad who is the youngest player to ever play consecutive finals?

On the other side reams and reams has been written about the brilliance of Andy Robertson – in contrast all the ink relating to Alberto Moreno has been tattooed into his skin.

Poor old Martin Skrtel and Mamadou Sakho look like Laurel & Hardy compared to the classy perfection of Virgil van Dijk and Joel Matip.

In the middle of the park Fabinho has been an absolute steel -as in as hard as steel and a bargain and up front – well many a team have been put to the sword by this lethal three-pronged spearheaded attack.

Klopp still hasn’t lost a two-legged European tie as Liverpool manager with Hoffenheim, Augsburg, Manchester United, Borussia Dortmund, Villarreal, Porto (twice), Manchester City, AS Roma, Bayern Munich and Barcelona all crushed – 11 out of 11 – that’s not a bad record.

Now he has the monkey off his back and has won another final after six failed attempts – and those muttering’ loser’ under their breaths look as silly as the mis-guided fools patiently waiting for Donald Trump to act presidential.

AND finally Anthony Joshua lost three belts, his unbeaten record and his dignity against a chubby bloke from California.

Mexican American Andy Ruiz Jnr knocked the Brit to the canvas four times before stopping him in the seventh.

Snickers addict Ruiz cut a very different figure to the chiselled AJ.

The problem isn’t that obesity runs in his family. The problem is no one runs in his family.

Still he won’t care and he landed not only blows to the face of Joshua but a collective one to gym-loving men everywhere.

I’m off for a weeks holiday from all this excitement. Enjoy the sport whilst I’m away and see you soon!

Tweet @BabsDouglasBP

No Comments Yet

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.