Thiago Silva had billed this as the battle of the world’s two best attacks.
And after 90 breathless, enthralling minutes at Anfield, we can understand what he meant.
Liverpool and Paris Saint-Germain didn’t disappoint as they served up a Champions League classic. First group game? This felt like a semi-final, such was the noise, such was the quality.
Such was the drama.
Liverpool’s European Cup love affair left them broken-hearted in May but here, in September, they are ready to go all-in once more.
One game gone, and Champions League fever is back on Merseyside, in a big way.
They all say it when they visit. They all talk about the atmosphere and how it won’t affect them, how they have world class players with strong mentalities and how they’re used to intimidating places. It won’t be any different here, they say.
They lie
Power of Anfield,” read the sign which greeted the players upon their arrival. It’s a new installation for this season, and a fitting one too.
They’ve all felt it. Real Madrid and Barcelona. Chelsea and Manchester City. Roma, Arsenal, United, Mourinho, Guardiola, Ferguson, Wenger. They all know what it can do, how it can blur the senses, affect even the best and the brightest and the toughest. Hell, Thomas Tuchel knows better than anyone. He came here with Dortmund two-and-a-half years ago and had his mind bent.
Deja vu, you might say. Tuchel was back, and history repeated itself. Paris Saint-Germain, new money, were Liverpool’s latest victims. The French champions suffered, just like the others.
This, according to Jurgen Klopp, is a team “built to win the Champions League” but it had no answer to what the Reds threw at them here. Klopp’s side took them to the fairground, dragged them onto the waltzers and wouldn’t let them off.
Once, PSG rallied, off the ropes to land a sucker punch. Twice they managed it, Kylian Mbappe seemingly stealing an unlikely draw in front of the Kop with just seven minutes remaining.
Close, but no cigar. Not here, not tonight. Liverpool had one last blow to land. Roberto Firmino, summoned off the bench, was the man to deliver it. Dead eye. What a strike, what a noise.
What a place.
We shouldn’t really be surprised any more. Anfield will always deliver nights like these. And this team, with this manager, will always deliver performances like this. Whatever they put in the water at Melwood needs bottling. Klopp has these players fired up like you wouldn’t believe. Hungry? They’re ravenous.
Since the start of last season, Liverpool have scored at least 10 more goals than any other team in the Champions League. Their three here took them to 46 in that time, a remarkable record by anyone’s standards.
