Do not Blame Ajax of Inexperience, Spurs rode the Night on a Stroke of Sporadic Luck or Call it "Moura-tic" Hatrick.
Comeback, except like Liverpool's case where the impossible was made roaringly possible, --comebacks are often as a result of an early failure. Spurs failed in their home ground losing to the insane and wild counter of those Ajax juveniles.
Wednesday night Neres, the super footician ( footwork magician ) was not on the pitch but Ziyech played like a Zidane and flicked passes like Messi.
The night started with a mountain for Spur to surmount as Ajax flex-fluidity got the first goal through De Ligt. Ziyech "Zidane-ed" the midfield and got the second. But in the air of "never say never", a Moura, let's say morale, aroused as Lucas Moura got a first and a second goal in quick succession. Bring the game to a hypertensive scoreline: dangling between England and Netherlands.
Ziyech kept playing, tormenting with fluidity the defense line of the lucky Spurs, seeing chances hitting bars and going wide.
Thus, the question was who did the gods support?
On the stroke of the last minute, Moura rose again like Spinx amidst the desert, struck a ball almost too late into the confident Ajax' net. The stadium rose. Pochettino fell in gratitude. Spurs at the final, Spurs may bring Champions League to North London before their drowning rival Arsenal do.
And Ajax clearly hurt. While Moura, PSG outcast, got to a final before PSG. Coutinho wistfully relishing that prospect too.
Football is magical when efforts are electrical.
We shall be here for the final, may Almighty keep us.
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