When Losers Win the Champions League
Tonight there will be a Senegalese village painted red.
“Maybe everyone who is not a Real Madrid, Everton, Manchester United and Manchester City fan… I think everyone else would like to see Liverpool win. It would be good for football.”
Clearly supporting the underdog isn’t limited to British shores. He’s right. We love seeing Davids slay Goliaths.
I’m a neutral. But tonight I’m a red.
Mané remembers being thirteen back in Bambali in 2005. It was the last time Liverpool featured in the final.
I remember AC Milan v Liverpool. Three-nil down, then 3-3, and winning on penalties. This was a big memory for me.
There’s one thing better than seeing underdogs slaying giants – seeing them do it after being pinned to the ground, about to receive the fatal blow.
That night, the whole world outside of Milan celebrated Liverpool’s incredible comeback to defeat of the Italian giants.
Who knows what’s in store this evening?
It’s unsurprising that we love this kind of stuff.
Written onto our hearts is the truth that we ourselves are not only 3-0 down at half-time (Romans 7:21). It’s 50-0, at least.
We’re facing defeat, unable to save ourselves from our own guilt before death and eternal judgment (Ephesians 2:12).
If ever there were a team of underdogs, it would be us.
Who’d have predicted that the impossible would happen? That God’s Son would step onto the pitch he made to play on our behalf (John 1:14).
Satan, sin, death and hell were about to triumph. And then this,
And having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross. Colossians 2:15
In Christ, we the underdogs, have become unlikely victors – the losers are now champions.