With my feelings saddened by a fall, because I love football, I seek an old consolation: the Liverpool. It could be because I’m one of those who stole the Beatles’ soul and never gave it back.
It could also be the awakening of the memory that holds the memory of the miracle of Istanbul, in 2005. At the residence of my late friend, the jurist Luiz Carlos Bittencourt, in Ponta Grossa, I watched him win the Champions League when the victory was already on the horizon. unlikely to impossible.
Losing 3-0 to the mighty Milan of Dida, Cafu, Maldini, Crespo and Kaká, led by Carlos Ancelotti, tied the duel 3-3, and won the title on penalties. It was Liverpool Gerrard e Xabi Alonso.
Liverpool once again provoked emotions. It was not because of his extraordinary game that he beat West Ham this Sunday (29), 5-0, in London, which kept him clear at the top of the Premier League, already announcing him as future champion.
There are two facts that provoke sleeping comfort. One of them has a name: Mohamed Salahwhich surprises the culture and conservatism of world football. Used to our Ronaldos and, later, Messi and Cristiano Ronaldo, I would never have imagined that Egypt would produce something as beautiful and intelligent as Mo Salah’s football.
Now, Egyptian contrasts are not limited to desert landscapes and the Nile River. Among them is the star Salah. The other fact, the most relevant, is that Liverpool is big by nature.
Without extraordinary investments, when you win it’s because someone with your character may lose, but one day you’ll win again naturally.