There are stories that, perhaps due to their beauty, intensity and passion, or all at the same time, repeat themselves over time. It must be that fate likes these whims. The fact is that, a decade later, Atlético repeated that epic 2010 script . Only this time Forlán was Llorente, part of the rojiblanca eternity, with two shots in overtime that are already rojiblanca history. [2-3: Narration and statistics]

On the 14th, that emblematic bib number that Gabi or Simeone once carried, tore the bowels of Anfield, where the champion was stranded. No one will ask what the hell changed the sidewalk for. Clearly, fate had something big in store for him like what happened at Anfield. And it was nothing else that Atlético once again tamed the storm , an avalanche much greater than it was 10 years ago, and it did so on the back of Marcos Llorente. His past is already past. Your present is already here. For their double and the commitment of their teammates, with the same clothing as then, this team already has a feat from which to dawn. The feat also reminded Munich, 2016, Atletico again successful, again inexplicably - perhaps Oblak? - of the tsunami that was the current European champion.

Because, the more water the team had around their necks, just after the extension was released, the more faith they put into the matter. Her lungs, like Llorente's, widened amidst adversity. Firmino's injury was enough of a reason to find the genius and pride that has trickled down this season. After the roar of the Brazilian's goal, that final outburst came, and Simeone's, already safe, only had to intelligently manage that second act of prolongation.

Agony

It was the end of a dying night. At the same time that the Liverpool sky was spilling and the thunderous and endless stands The Kop woke up, while AC / DC finished its last notes of the Thunderstruck , as usual in the Metropolitan Wanda, Joao Félix took one last look at the horizon. In places like Anfield it is where one becomes of age. The boy looked back to infinity as the fervent Liverpool fans extinguished with their eternal You'll never walk alone the classic rhythmic chords of the Champions League. As if the Portuguese intuited what was about to happen.

A strange night because, while Anfield's heart was beating a thousand revolutions, with 54,000 souls within its walls , that of much of Europe had already begun to stop doing so. As the echo of the voices of the players invaded the Parc des Princes in Paris, a superb roar enveloped that corner of Liverpool.

Children are often scared of monsters, but they respond boldly and innocently to the unknown. Perhaps that's why the first thing Joao Félix did , oblivious to the approaching hurricane, was to put his friend and guide Diego Costa, Simeone's last-minute trick, face to face with goalkeeper Adrián. The tip lacked precision, although in just half a minute they had clearly shown their intentions. What to expect, as happened a year ago in Turin, did not seem to be - at that time - a valid argument for a night as dark and poisonous as the one that Atlético was beginning to enter. Every gesture on the grass of the Brazilian made the blood of the red fans boil, even when he left his place for Llorente, already in the second act. There they do not forget the sleeplessness that caused with Chelsea.

Heroic Oblak

In the same black suit in which he came out alive a decade ago, Atlético gripped his teeth, sparking a lawn that the rain had turned into a sort of speed track. He suffocated with his stomach, head and heart shrunk that classic infernal outburst with which the European champion usually receives his guests. English courtesy, Klopp version . Since that initial onslaught, the pace never slowed down.

From the intense rain that the sky gave away, they went to the red deluge, throwing balls over the Oblak area. If Liverpool did not get ahead before it was because between Felipe and the Slovenian goalkeeper they got tired of scaring balls. All the men in black put their shoulders close. And when they were licking the oxygen in the locker room, Wijnaldum burst in to knock down with his head everything that Atlético had found so hard to sustain. The clock was reset, but the volcano had already erupted.

Any carelessness among that bank of red piranhas was synonymous with definitely falling off the cliff. If not for the weather, Oblak would have thought that he had returned to that suffocating night in Munich in 2016. Joao Félix interrupted the storm with a shoe and Atlético tried to get some chest out, while the crossbar spat more shrapnel. Because pride is the last thing to lose.

In the band, Jürgen Klopp watched everything calmly under his cap and his smile, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. Simeone, meanwhile, waved his arms incessantly, as if he was actually warming up for that match at Anfield that he could never live as a player.

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