IT’S another one of Heaton’s letters to himself, one where the younger Heaton is telling the current Heaton not to be a giant shithouse.
I am, of course, referring to Liverpool coming out of the ground tonight three goals to the good having scored FIVE goals.
But having scored FIVE goals and establishing a THREE-goal advantage, the instant reaction to the full-time whistle was one of, to be honest, frustration and a touch of trepidation.
Had Liverpool gone two down and then stormed to a 5-2 win you’d have come out the ground absolutely flying — chest-beating defiance, fuck Roma, we’re Liverpool, fuck them.
But how it played out, and added to the recent memory of Roma doing exactly what they need to do in the previous round against Barcelona, fuel to the Liverpool head fuck.
The reality is, to put it in context, and as amazing as the comeback was against Barcelona, it will not and can not be repeated — that lightning ain’t striking twice.
In fact, had Roma been not been the beneficiary of the biggest fluke ever to inflict itself on the European game, no one is giving Roma a sniff.
I think I read somewhere that some boffin analysed the balls out of Roma v Barcelona comeback and came to the conclusion that it basically was a result of some weird fluctuation in space time, or maybe he might have said it was four times less likely than Barca’s own comeback against Paris Saint-Germain last season.
Anyway, they’ve lucked out once, they absolutely will not do it again, not against these amazing, glorious, dramatic bastards.
Roma haven’t conceded a goal at home in the Champions League? So fucking what. They haven’t played Liverpool there yet, have they?
Fuck them and fuck the doubt. In fact, fuck this, I’m off to book a hotel in Kiev.
“That is one of the most imperious performances in Liverpool’s history.” ✊️
— The Anfield Wrap (@TheAnfieldWrap) 24 April 2018