This was the beginning of the end of Arne Slot at Liverpool
Liverpool 0-2 Paris Saint-Germain (Dembele 72′, 90+1) – PSG win 4-0 on aggregate
ANFIELD — Did you ever really believe? As Paris Saint-Germain fans bounced with flares in Stanley Park 90 minutes before kick-off, you knew that Tuesday night would require an energy that Anfield has seen plenty throughout history but too rarely this season. This has been a Liverpool campaign to reinforce reality on repeat, not play out fantasies.
Paris Saint-Germain are better than Liverpool because they might just be better than everyone. They are a band of glorious midfield conductors, scheming forwards and defenders who are perfectly prepared to defend. They won this tie in their own banlieue but they doubled down on it in Liverpool. They can be streetfighters and artists and anything else you want them to be.
Arne Slot’s strength lies in control, in assured measurement of his own emotions. He rarely offers public calls-to-arms and you can’t quite imagine him roaring a pre-match speech.
But on Tuesday Liverpool needed a dose of a Jurgen Klopp vibe. The Borussia Dortmund team bus welcome in 2016, 10 years ago to the day. The Trent Alexander-Arnold corner in 2019. The conversion from impossibility to possibility quicker than you could catch your breath and the sense, however much you understood it to be nonsense, that some form of magic was happening in front of you.
Liverpool certainly attempted the fast start, that whirl of direct passes and hasty restarts. There was electricity after half-time, when they built up a head of steam and Cody Gakpo added energy that no attacker had before him. They at least tried to rage against the fading light rather than acquiescing to it.
But this team struggles to play at double speed without being twice as careless and they make enough mistakes anyway. They were fragmented with the ball: passes played too late, runs made too early, touches rushed and inexact. The chances that came were mostly piecemeal, even if Anfield oohed and ahhed as it has to. Even a generous penalty decision was deemed so soft as to justify overrule.
And here’s the rub: PSG really can keep up the same pace and then they sprint a little faster and for longer, just to show off. Their pressing, revolutionised by Luis Enrique after the Messi-Neymar-Mbappe axis of fun but no work, is as relentless as if they had 13 on the turf. They force you into spaces and then block your path like school bullies in a corridor. These should be Liverpool’s standards too.
Slot can reasonably claim poor luck this season if this is to be his last here. His three biggest summer signings – Alexander Isak, Florian Wirtz and Hugo Ekitike – started together on Tuesday after only 88 minutes on the pitch all season. Isak’s minutes would be managed, so of course Ekitike suffered a serious injury before half-time.
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You fear it may not wash, not with Xabi Alonso potentially standing by. This tie was not lost on Tuesday but in the passivity of a week ago when Liverpool had their tummies tickled. That has been a theme of a season that undoes so much of the accumulated fine work and goodwill.
This always felt like an audition of something greater. It seems so unjust on a title-winning manager, one who achieved too much in his first season and too little in his second. But we are eight months into a season and it’s hard to see what this team is meant to be or how it should play.
And the gap to Europe’s elite is growing a touch too much when it matters. The new forward line needs curating. A new central defence might need buying, if Ibrahima Konate goes. There are questions about decision-makers away from the pitch. It is a monster job. And Slot might not be here to oversee it.
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