“GOOOOOOALLLLLLLL!!! Liverpool snatch back the lead — Jeremie Frimpong with a lightning bolt of brilliance!
21 minutes on the clock. The air inside Selhurst Park is electric — Palace fans are still buzzing from their equaliser, but in a flash, the mood shifts.
Frimpong, lurking deep in his own half, sees an opportunity. With a sudden burst of pace, he ignites Liverpool’s counterattack like a spark to dry tinder. He skips past the first challenge as if the defender wasn’t even there, pushes the ball into open space, and glances up to find Mohamed Salah making a decoy run that pulls two Palace defenders away.
Spotting the gap, Frimpong drives forward, the ball glued to his feet. He exchanges a sharp one-two with Alexis Mac Allister just outside the box, taking the return pass in stride. The crowd rises, sensing danger.
With one final touch, he sets himself — then unleashes a right-footed strike of pure venom. The ball screams through the air, bending away from the goalkeeper’s desperate fingertips, and kisses the inside of the far post before crashing into the net.
The away end detonates in celebration. Red smoke bombs swirl, scarves whip through the air, and chants of “Liverpool! Liverpool!” thunder across the stadium. Frimpong sprints toward the corner flag, arms wide like a gladiator returning victorious from battle, before being mobbed by his teammates.
Jürgen Klopp can’t hide his grin, pumping his fists toward the roaring away fans. The scoreboard changes: Crystal Palace 1 – 2 Liverpool. And just like that, the pendulum swings back in the Reds’ favour — the game is alive, the energy is theirs, and Frimpong is the hero of the moment.”
