Gary McAllister fired Liverpool into the UEFA Cup final from the penalty spot, but who is that, with hair, in goal for Barcelona at Anfield?
Liverpool 1 Barcelona 0 (1-0 agg)
Liverpool midfielder McAllister calmly slotted home the penalty after Patrick Kluivert inexplicably handled in his own area a minute before half-time. McAllister sent a youthful Pepe Reina (with hair) the wrong way to send the Reds to Dortmund to the final, where they won a nine-goal thriller to claim the trophy against Alaves.
The BBC report from that game wasn’t too kind on Reina, who went on to make almost 400 appearances for Liverpool in eight seasons after signing from Villarreal in 2005 for £6million.
“Reina flapped at a McAllister corner under minimal pressure from Emile Heskey early on. Barcelona’s 18-year-old rookie keeper, Jose Manuel Reina, looked as nervous as a man who had shipped eight goals in his last two games.
“But he did react bravely to save at the feet of Michael Owen after the striker had shown a little too much of the ball to the keeper.”
Barcelona did create chances and Sander Westerveld did well to deny Rivaldo and then completely missed his kick but with Kluivert desperately trying to catch the ball and tap into the empty net, the ball ran out of play.
McAllister’s penalty though proved to be the only goal over the two legs as Liverpool won through to their first European final in 16 years.
Liverpool: Westerveld, Babbel, Henchoz, Hyypia, Carragher, Gerrard, Hamann, McAllister, Smicer, Heskey, Owen. Subs: Arphexad, Ziege, Fowler, Murphy, Berger, Vignal, Wright.
Goals: McAllister pen 44
Barcelona: Reina, Reiziger, de Boer, Puyol, Petit, Luis Enrique, Cocu, Guardiola, Overmars, Rivaldo, Kluivert. Subs: Dutruel, De la Pena, Xavi, Gabri, Dani, Simao, Zenden.
What they said
Gary McAllister looks back on the win over Barcelona and reveals the needle with Carles Puyol.
When asked if there was any debate over who would take the penalty, he replied in no uncertain terms “No. Nailed on. I’ve got the ball.
“Puyol was ranting a wee bit in Spanish, I have no idea but it’s obviously not nice, so that marks the card. I go high to the keepers left, probably higher than I wanted to go, that little moment where your heart flutters, ‘that’s where I meant to put it!’
“My first instinct was to turn and look for Puyol, and I give him a bit of Scottish straight back, and swing a clenched fist ‘Bang! You’re out. We’ve done it.’ But, Puyol was looking for me, he was trying all sorts before it.”