At the same time that the football world was racking its brains to explain the bad game of Kylian Mbappé before him Liverpoola photo was circulating at full speed on the networks that illustrated it perfectly. Without having to write a single letter. In it you could see the Frenchman landing with his entire face on the grass of Anfield as if it were the green himself who was saying something like: “No, Mbappé, no. This night is not yours.”
Because it will be the fault of football, that inexact science, the 'white-pressure' color of the Real shirt, the tactics or everything and nothing at the same time but what is clear is that, at this point in the course, can claim that this is not the Mbappé what was expected to see. And against the Reds, when everyone was waiting for him, he showed it again. It's not there.
And nothing comes of it and everything fails. Passing, dribbling, shooting. Including a penalty that would have put the team in the game and that missed very clearly, as if the end had already been written before it was taken and there was nothing to do.
It is true that his physique gives him and his head too because it does not seem that he is giving up in his efforts to shine but it is his legs, the ones with which he has been superior to the rest in recent times, that do not respond to him. Neither does the chemistry with his teammates, whom he doesn't fully understand.
With all that, Mbappé signed a fateful night in Liverpool which will also be captured in a single photo that, as if it were the anatomy of a moment, will collect within it all the adjectives, verbs and adverbs that you want to name to find an explanation for this moment. Even if I don't have it.
