It was only when James Milner was preparing to take the penalty that gave Liverpool the lead, at the end of a frenetic first-half, that it finally felt safe to take the eyes off Naby Keita.
For the previous 44 minutes, Keita had hurtled around Selhurst Park, part-brilliant and part-infuriating, with such relentless energy that it looked like someone had cut his brakes. There were turns, there were twists, there were defence-splitting passes and there were inexplicable mistakes.
It was wide-eyed and breathless, and it was as if Keita had taken it upon himself to provide a one-man embodiment of everything we have come to expect from Jurgen Klopp’s Liverpool side over the last few years. Forever…
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