Without possession, half against the rojiblancos was enough to continue transforming into wasps, horses galloping towards the goal of Alisson. But sometimes Morata ran into Robertson and sometimes with Alisson. The break came with Mané hitting Vrsaljko in the face for twice of pure impotence, playing the red one, and Oblak with the gloves intact. It was the first time that Liverpool Klopp closed a part without a shot on goal. The coach reacted immediately: I originated by Mané as soon as I returned from rest. Lemar was also leaving, his work done, it was Llorente’s turn. I needed the Atleti legs, lungs, physique. Atlético is a team with multiple automated attack connections. That attacks you in many different ways. Again the Atleti sanctified and locked in its area, but 45 minutes more worn. Liverpool had more body, more rhythm, haste. Salah nodded a ball that went to a span of Oblak’s right post. He was playing Liverpool over and over Vrsaljko’s band, once they had verified that Lodi had his door locked and very closed. His match was outrageous.The Metropolitan began to feel the heart in the throat. As if missing chest to put in so many nerves. He raised his voice. Ale, ale, aleee. His team was all shrinking and inaccuracies but all eyes were directed at the band, those of Klopp also: Costa sowed panic just by going out to warm up. Then Morata, alone before Alisson, tripped over himself and sent to the air the nth center of Lodi that furrowed the air screaming goool. He had to continue to suffer while the skin of Koke, Saul and Thomas was spilled on the grass in sweat drips. Holding the trident before, leading the pressure, swinging and covering now. ChangesMarcos Llorente (45 ‘, Lemar), Divock Origi (45 ‘, Mane), Vitolo (69 ‘, Morata), Oxlade-Chamberlain (72 ‘, Salah), Diego Costa (76 ‘, Belt), Milner (79 ‘, Henderson) Reason shouted that it was impossible. Beat Liverpool, stand up in this knockout round, Liverpool Klopp, the champion, the heavy-metal team that thunks throughout Europe. The impossible that in the 4th minute raised a fist to the aphonic cry of the Metropolitan, which sounded like old Calderón. A fist with that tattooed phrase, “strength does not come from bodily ability but from the will of the soul”, which marked the way. Saul kissed him, as in so many other great nights in Europe.The impossible was how Atlético went to the game. He grabbed him by the flap instead of letting him bury him. As if Simeone had opened a boat full of wasps. The rojiblancos itched, the rojiblancos bit. Quarters, quarters, all his boots seemed screaming. His multiplied soccer players. Breads and fish, heads and legs. They were everywhere. Overwhelming, he took the ball from Liverpool. At four minutes, that corner, so many times the shovel with which this Atleti dug the rival’s grave. Koke threw it, the ball touched on Fabinho and was killed so that a boot he will shoot her at the goal of Alisson like a bullet straight to the heart. That of that player who raised his fist. Saúl Ñíguez, who only knows how to score important goals. 1-0 The impossible come true. Simeone raised her arms in a grinder, asking for more voice, thrust of throats. Llorente slipped away in a Maradonian race, Liverpool was no longer drowning the same. Even Klopp lost his smile. He removed Salah and Henderson was injured while he heard the Ale, ale, aleee. There was Costa, in the band, 100 days later. The beast to play the last fifteen minutes. Atletico were the last minutes, Atletico and Vitolo races. Getting that question old again. “Dad, why are we from Atleti?” For parties like this, son. For this coach who again made the widest shirt, the reddest stripes. For his players, all his players. Again, another one. Because his team achieved the impossible, beat Liverpool the first 90 minutes of this tie on another night like those, of pure emotion, of struggle, of delivery. Athletic night. And the team walking on their favorite path. The heroic. Who said impossible? That’s how Anfield faces. CardsReferee: Szymon MarciniakVAR Referee: Pawel GilMane (39 ‘, Yellow) belt (44 ‘, Yellow) Joe Gomez (58 ‘, Yellow After the blow, the answer. Because there was, immediate. Liverpool took the ball, embracing Atlético in their area. A Liverpool forced to play and play, without depth. The ball did not reach Firmino, Fabinho played with the blinded halls, Atlético survived comfortable battleship. The centers of Robertson and Alexander Arnold were always with a rival leg, Mané was not in the forest of men of Cholo and Salah either. His clearest chance in the first part, he met Felipe’s head: in recent times there is no better insurance. He made an extraordinary match. Other.The Cholo had surprised from the same booth. Vrsaljko holder, Arias discard. Lemar too. But not the Lemar of recent months, that without confidence, who weighed the shirt, legs and shield and only needed to write his notice at the Atleti. No, not that. It was the other Lemar, that of the Tallinn Super Cup, that looked like a mirage. Good in the game and better to help. Between him and Lodi they ate Alexander Arnold.