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Two ways of conceiving ftboL, Klopp before Mourinho, coincide on the London lawn. The fate of one is the misfortune of the other and Liverpool's victory condemns Tottenham Hotspur on an afternoon of contrasts in the English capital. (0-1: Narration and statistics)
The German, Klopp can afford a shot at the post of Oxlade-Chamberlain in the first minutes and a save under the sticks of the young Japhet Tanganga. He does not desperately need the ball to go inside; the opposite of Mourinho, who knew that a shot surrounded by players from the front was gold for his team. Scarce, necessary and very valuable.
Therefore, when a center did not reach the head of Firmino, Klopp turned to his bench, shortened distances with his fingers and twisted the gesture with a smile. “Why a little,” he seemed to say with an almost incredible irony.
When Harry winks Lose a ball in the middle. Mourinho jumped like a spring, squats and instructs his own. The Portuguese goes from 0 to 100 in seconds. As soon as he is telling Davinson to take a step forward, he shouts his hands in his long coat and walks through the technical area, always guarded by the fourth referee, who does not lose his eye.
It is surprising sometimes in Mourinho how capable it is to get angry at a lost inconsequential ball and how it really fits the blows. When I sign control like the gods and rifle to Paulo Gazzaniga To do the first, the Portuguese put his hands back in his pockets and stared at his impassive defense.
Some defense of the 'Spurs' did not want to look at the bench for fear that Mou's eyes were on him. Klopp, however, does not hide the revelry. He celebrates it with rage, pulls out his fist and bumps his hand with his assistant.
Everything is expensive, the opposite of a Mourinho denied with luck. He is injured Harry kane and he has no striker to replace him, Moussa Sissoko and Ndombele are injured and he has no defensive midfielder. He puts Liverpool ahead on the scoreboard and lacks reaction to tie.
Because since that shot shot from the front, the offensive baggage of Tottenham was like Mourinho's humor: lukewarm and sometimes unfortunate. Son and Winks were able to tie, but their sung goals remained afnicos.
Mourinho, ironicly, fell to his knees on the ground and laughed when the Winks ball in 82, sung as a goal by the stadium, licked the stick.
Now Klopp leaves with another victory, a difference of 16 points with Leicester City, and, above all, another joy.
Mourinho leaves eighth, nine points behind the Champions League and with the feeling that his groundbreaking effect in London seems to have been left behind.
Two ways of understanding football and life, but only one winner.
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