Arne Slot crouched down shaking his head at the Anfield grass. His Liverpool side had rained shots on Fulham’s goal and a 93rd-minute chaotic scramble, worthy of any Sunday League pitch across the country, had failed to result in a breakthrough.
This latest siege was the cause of Slot’s exasperated demeanour, but as he confirmed after the game, it was the body language of a manager who knows how close his side was to a hard-fought winner.
