It was supposed to be a procession. The night when Lionel Messi and his Barcelona team secured themselves a place in another Champions League final against Ajax or Tottenham Hotspur. A final they’d be expected to win relatively comfortably and therefore secure an unprecedented third treble in the last decade. Only they’d not bargained for Jurgen Klopp’s ultra-positive approach. Despite everything being against his Liverpool side, he’d told the media he just wanted his boys to go out and enjoy themselves and play their natural game. No pressure. Imagine that! No pressure in a Champions League semi-final. But it was a master stroke from the German. As soon as Divock Origi got the all-important first goal, the Reds settled into the match and the pendulum had already swung. With Anfield in full voice, and Liverpool playing the second half facing the Kop, there was expectancy amongst the locals that this could be another famous European night. Barcelona clearly felt it too. Their passing was off, players looked uncomfortable in possession, and the longer the game went on without a goal from the visitors, Liverpool knew the visitors were there for the taking. Battle-hardened and up for the fight, the hosts were everything Barcelona were not. Klopp’s managerial master class had allowed his side to express themselves the only way they know how. ‘Rock and roll football,’ and all that. Ernesto Valverde’s side looked meek by comparison, and in the away dugout their faces told the story. Surely lightning couldn’t strike twice?