All this effort, tension and drama. And ultimately it’s all for nothing
92 points and no title ... but no shame finishing second to City
IF ThERE was ever an image to tell the story of a day, a season and indeed a rivalry, it was that beamed through the nation’s TV screens as Mo Salah celebrated a goal he perhaps thought was about to deliver Liverpool a sensational Premier League title.
As Salah and his team-mates celebrated in front of the Kop six minutes from the end of this breathless and frantic afternoon, a spectator simply held out his hands.
Three fingers were showing on the right and just two on the left. Manchester City 3 Aston Villa 2. It was at that moment that Salah and his remarkable team-mates knew that this title was not to be theirs after all.
So there will be no Quadruple for Jurgen Klopp and his team. There will be no Treble of league, FA Cup and Champions League. Followers of Manchester United — who won all three in 1999 — will be relieved about that.
But what a season this has been for Liverpool, 92 points and no title. That is the incredible standard set by Pep Guardiola’s City team and there is no shame in finishing second to a side like that.
here at Anfield, we witnessed something special once again, only this time it didn’t end the way Liverpool would have liked.
Liverpool were poor by their high standards. Too much of what they did was fuelled by emotion and desperate need. They will have to be calmer and better against Real Madrid in the Champions League final next weekend.
But still they came so very close. Still, they did what they needed to do. With eight minutes to go — with City having hauled themselves level against Villa but still not ahead — Liverpool’s need remained simple. It was one goal to win the title. Their football was anxious and muddled. Their defending was poor. But still they did it. Still Liverpool got what they needed. A late goal from substitute Salah and then another from Andrew Robertson turned a 1-1 scoreline in to a 3-1 win. Such was the strange nature of this afternoon, though, that neither goal was greeted with the same delirious abandon as had been news of those scored earlier in Manchester by Steven Gerrard’s Villa. When those goal flashes appeared on the mobile phone screens at Anfield — at precisely 4.37pm and 5.29pm — this magnificent old stadium reverberated with a sense of abandon unusual even by its own almost unique standards. It was this sense of what could be that drove the drama of this afternoon. There was even a ‘ghost’ goal to deal with in the moments that followed Salah’s strike. Briefly, Anfield was alive again as phone connections were sought and website pages frantically refreshed. But once reality dawned that Villa had not indeed pulled level at 3-3, Liverpool played out the final moments of this game in relative silence. It was the only time that Anfield had been remotely calm all afternoon. The old place was alive with the sense of possibility at kick-off. Two minutes later, Liverpool were behind. A punt downfield from Wolves goalkeeper Jose Sa was misjudged completely by home defender Ibrahima Konate and that allowed Raul Jiminez to run down the right and square for Pedro Neto to score.
It was an inauspicious start by Klopp’s team and turned out to be typical. Wolves, not lacking ambition, broke on their opponents regularly and would have scored more goals had they been more adept at the making an accurate final pass.
One such opportunity was spurned at the near post by Leander Dendoncker in the 18th minute and six minutes after that, Liverpool were on terms. The hosts had been pressing and when Thiago Alcantara flicked on a pass from deep, Sadio Mane ran clear to beat Sa with his left foot.
This should have set Liverpool fair for victory. They still had more than an hour left. But this was a bitty, unconvincing performance, despite their weight of possession. The loss of Thiago to what looked like a muscle injury at half-time didn’t help and when the hour mark arrived with only a disallowed Mane goal to show for their efforts, Klopp threw on Salah — injured in the FA Cup final — and then Roberto Firmino soon after.
As time wore on and unexpected opportunity still knocked in the shape of news from Manchester, Liverpool pushed forwards in an atmosphere of almost unbearable tension. Wolves had their reserve goalkeeper John Ruddy in goal by now — Sa had not reappeared after half-time — and he denied Trent Alexander-Arnold while bodies were thrown in the way of shots from Luis Diaz and Mane.
Into the last ten minutes and the prospect of Liverpool failing to take advantage of City’s own problems against Villa loomed large. That would have been almost impossible to take had it come to pass.
Eventually, at the death, the goals arrived. Close range from Salah after a corner and from further out from Robertson. But by then relief had been sought and found at the Etihad too.
All this effort. All this tension. All this drama. And all ultimately for nothing.
We live in rare times in the Premier League. Liverpool won 16 and drew two of their last 18 games and still didn’t win the league. One day that may serve as consolation for Klopp and his players. Just not yet. And not for a while.
LIVERPOOL (4-3-3): Alisson 7; AlexanderArnold 6, Matip 7, Konate 6, Robertson 6; Keita 6 (Firmino 70), Henderson 6, Thiago 7 (Milner 46); Jota 6 (Salah 57), Mane 7, Diaz 6. Subs not used: Kelleher, Van Dijk, Jones, Minamino, Tsimikas, Elliott. Booked: Matip. WOLVERHAMPTON WANDERERS (5-3-2): Sa 6 (Ruddy 46); Jonny 6, Boly 8, Coady 7, Toti 6, Ait-Nouri 6; Dendoncker 6 (Trincao 90), Neves 6, Moutinho 6; Neto 6 (Hee-Chan 22), Jiminez 7. Subs not used: Hoever, Marcal, Podence, Silva, Chiquinho. Booked: None. Man of the match: Willy Boly. Referee: Anthony Taylor. Attendance: N/A.