There is nothing to say when you lose. Real Madrid celebrate their 14th European Cup while Liverpool go home empty. Rational thought tells you that this Liverpool was the best team you have ever seen. But this week shows us that fate, fate and what you deserve never line up. Sometimes you look into the abyss and there is nothing but darkness. There is no last minute winner. God, or whatever controls everything, is not fair and does not come at the time of need. There is no thief in the night. It’s just loneliness and despair.
The difference this season is one goal and one point. That’s the margin we’re up against. That is what separates us from the best sports season in history and the pain that we currently have. Reality never makes sense but the truth is the truth.
It’s easy to say hindsight is 20/20, but maybe you felt the narrative shift before the match even started. A match scheduled to start at 9:00 pm local time in Paris did not start until 9:36 pm due to two delays in kick-off times. First it was 15 minutes. Then there were 15 more. Then six more minutes passed because UEFA needed to make sure their exhibition concert went off without a hitch. Meanwhile, paying fans were outside the stadium for hours trying to get in. Instead, police were teargassing ten-year-olds and UEFA officials were quick to lie about what was happening. We already know how this is going to play out. The media will believe UEFA and the government when they lie. Solidarity with those Liverpool fans who had to suffer at the hands of police brutality.
Dissecting the narrative
Liverpool really started the game well. The first 40 minutes of the game were an exhibition that we have seen more times over the course of this 63-game campaign. Turn up the pressure and create chances. We’ve seen this story before, haven’t we? Liverpool is ruthless and builds and builds and dominates.
Except this is not that story. This is a story of injustice and theft. Or, from Real Madrid’s perspective, it’s a story of having a divine right against logic and reason. That divine right came, ironically, in the form of a VAR decision that went against them. In the 42nd minute, Karim Benzema found himself behind Liverpool’s dominance. He cut Andy Robertson inside, fired and created the chaos in which Real Madrid thrives. The breakaway goal was disallowed, but that was the moment Real Madrid’s black magic needed to get going. Shortly after, Alisson made a mistake before the half-time whistle. It would go into the break 0-0, but Madrid had all the hopes and Liverpool all the doubts.
Ancelotti would use half time to take advantage of the opportunity that was not. There was the germ of doubt and in minute 59 Madrid capitalized. It’s a counter. It’s an ungodly pass. It’s 1-0 for Madrid and that’s how it ends. They have the goal and the trophy. Liverpool have the pain and the what ifs. It goes like this sometimes. The hardest thing to swallow is that there are no flaws to discuss. sure, you want
A campaign that felt like fate ends on the harshest lines imaginable. It is a goal. It is a point in the last nine minutes of the season. He is standing alone at the altar. He is looking into the darkest abyss. Sometimes, maybe most of the time, you have the courage to look into the abyss and there is nothing in return. The universe is indifferent, it does not lean towards justice and constantly tends towards entropy. You don’t get what you deserve when you deserve it most. That’s why although Liverpool took the season to the literal last game they could play, the overwhelming emotion is pain.
Seasons end but the Reds don’t. I have nothing but pain right now. I am alone. We’re separated. But the hope on the horizon lives forever. Head up. You will never Walk alone. Up the Reds 2022/23.