If Liverpool go on to win the Premier League this season, we might just look back at this game as the day it was sealed. In a rain-soaked Manchester, with the wind howling like a bitter rival, Salah didn’t just play football he dictated it.
A 2-0 win over Manchester City, delivered with ruthless precision, felt more like a statement than a mere three points.
This was Salah’s game. His moment. His imperial phase. From the opening whistle, he had that aura, that presence like he was moving at a different speed from everyone else.
His first goal? A beautifully executed strike, coming off a smart link-up with Szoboszlai, hit with the kind of authority that made the net ripple and the Etihad fall silent.
His second act? A pass so audacious, so smooth, so perfectly weighted to Trent Alexander-Arnold, that City’s defense just… dissolved. Moments later, another Salah move led to Szoboszlai’s goal, and that was that. Game over.
This is Salah at the peak of his powers 25 goals, 16 assists, and counting. While the world debates whether Mbappe or Vinicius Jr. is the best attacker, Salah just keeps doing what he’s been doing for years deciding titles, making world-class defenders look lost, and proving, once again, that he is football’s most devastating force.
And credit to Arne Slot too. The new boss hasn’t tried to reinvent the wheel just fine-tuned it. Liverpool are patient, controlled, and built around their Egyptian King.
Salah doesn’t just score now he creates, he dictates, he owns the pitch.
Liverpool are marching towards the title, and Salah is leading them like a general in his prime. His contract situation? That’s a worry for another day.
Right now, we’re living in the era of imperial Salah drink it in, because this is greatness unfolding in real-time.
