With nine minutes left in this breathless 1-1 draw, an impossibly intricate 1-1, a 1-1 draw for the ages, Luis Díaz set off down the left touchline. This is a footballer who always seems from first minute to last to be in the process of fleeing a burning building, who has no cruise setting or eco gear, who is always straight into Insanity Mode.
Díaz weaved inside Kyle Walker with a matadorial drag-back, dodged Rodri, zipped off towards the six-yard box, forced a corner, then collapsed to the turf, muscles screaming with lactic acid, shouting at the crowd from a seated position, a man who at that moment basically couldn’t walk any more, still out there trying to fight the day.
