Jose’s ugly Devils
JOSE MOURINHO WAS lost for words on Friday when he tried to say that he did not care if people found him less animated than Jurgen Klopp. “I’m not on the touchline to…” he said, waving his arms around as he left the room to indicate what he meant.
Klopp did, indeed, take the eye as the minutes ticked down on Monday night – staring at the opposition warm-up as he always does, lingering on the pitch long after Manchester United had left to hear their final instructions.
Something new was building here by then; a suspense about how the new Anfield would feel under lights with 18,000 more packed in to the new top tier.
They’ve been talking about that for a week or more around here. A black cat stalked the turf. A beautiful Harvest Moon dominated the sky.
What Mourinho had imbued his team with was considerably less poetic but very effective, though. He scowled, sniffed, stuffed hands in pockets and it was clear from the second minute that he had sent his team out to win this game physically.
That was the moment that Marcus Rashfordwent through James Milner in what Steven Gerrard always used to call a ‘Welcome to Anfield’ moment.
It was hard not to imagine that his manager’s words had been ringing in his ears as he leapt in.
United were tougher, stronger, uglier.
The presence of Marouane Fellaini in the deep midfield never fulfils that sense of what their supporters feel the spirit of Old Trafford should bring but few would not have taken the bubble of Liverpool speed and intensity being burst. It was a necessity.
Mourinho was facing the side which had scored more goals than any in the Premier league (73) since Klopp’s tenure began a year ago.
He also began the night with three points fewer than Louis van Gaal had managed at the same point last season.
The pressers became the oppressed and individuals at the heart of Liverpool were bullied out of possession. Emre Can, Philippe Coutinho and Roberto Firmino struggled to retain the ball.
A re-organisation Mourinho had effected pushed Paul Pogba up behind Zlatan Ibrahimovich (that’s 6ft 3in behind 6ft 5in) and Jordan Henderson felt it. The newfound quality in his possession was not always there.
Ibrahimovic was booked for taking out Sadio Mane and exuded that casual indifference he has. Ander Herrera rolled Coutinho.
That was the sum total of the part he played, one badly miscued header beside. Ashley Young talked his way into a booking. His conversation with the referee ran the course of the first half. United were loud, out there.
It didn’t help Liverpool that the Daniel Sturridge enigma was so far from being solved.
As Jamie Carragher said last week, his goalscoring record – 55 goals before this, his 100th game – is commensurate with that of a Liverpool great. But a long ball Can put across for him dribbled off his foot and out of play.
He didn’t anticipate a ball James Milner put into his path. There was little more to say of the Englishman. His night was over before the hour.
At one stage, both Klopp and his assistant Zeljko Buvac paced the technical area demanding better.
Klopp arrived for the second half several minutes before his players. It seemed to be him saying: ‘I’ve said my piece, now sort it out’ and his players tried.
David de Gea required a save of outstanding quality to palm away Can’s shot in the box just before the hour.
Even finer was his leap to make the right-handed fingertip touch which sent Coutinho’s 30-yard shot clear of his left hand post.
The quality of Antonio Valencia’s tackle on Firmino seven minutes should not be forgotten. But the red tide was turned.
It was what Wayne Rooney can bring that United had missed when he arrived to take up Rashford’s position on the right with 15 minutes to play.
Mourinho’s assistant Rui Faria spent a lot time talking him through some written instructions but the equation wasn’t complicated.
The missing factor was skill and touch, something only Herrera had brought to any degree.
Such sophistication didn’t arrive. Rooney was scrambling around in the right back berth, trying to seize back possession, by the end.
That was just before Young was pushed off the pitch by Can as he made his own substitution last a few more precious seconds. Not pretty and not memorable but necessary.
There was no animation from Mourinho for Klopp; just a handshake before he marched away down the tunnel, obstacle cleared amid these difficult early months in the foothills of his biggest football mission yet. – The Independent