You'll Never Walk Alone

Three goals ahead, the atmosphere at Anfield finally relaxed completely.

Liverpool began to slow the tempo. No longer attacking as fiercely as they had in the first sixty minutes, they patiently passed the ball around, draining Sevilla's last shred of fighting spirit.

On Sevilla's side, the players had lost much of the drive they had shown at the start of the second half. Still, a few of them kept battling. Even if they could not turn it around, they at least did not want to be shut out.

"Liverpool are controlling things very well now. With a 3-0 lead, there's no need to take risks and push forward. They just need to keep possession steadily and run down the clock."

"That's right. Sevilla don't have much fight left either. We'll see whether they can salvage a little pride with one attack in the final stages."

After all, Sevilla had spent many years competing in La Liga and had been regulars in European competition in recent seasons. They still had plenty of pedigree.

In the 74th minute, they really did put together a decent attack.

Banega received the ball in midfield, dribbled past two Liverpool defenders in succession, and suddenly threaded through a scalpel-like pass.

The ball slipped precisely through the gap between Liverpool's two center backs and headed straight for Ben Yedder's feet.

Ben Yedder had beaten the offside trap and found himself one-on-one!

"Ah... look at this... Ben Yedder! He's not offside!"

Ben Yedder was not exceptionally fast, but his movement was incredibly cunning.

He timed his run perfectly, accelerating the instant Van Dijk stepped forward, and chased the ball back from the offside line.

Facing the advancing Alisson, Ben Yedder did not panic.

He calmly glanced at the far post and stroked the ball with his right foot.