Harry Wilson is a strange fellow. At 27 years old, he is still an official player of Liverpool, was considered one of the most talented graduates of the Liverpool Academy in his class at one time or another, yet never jumped above the level of the conditional middle of the Premier League.

Unfortunately, Wilson is extremely unstable in the Premier League. The amplitude is quite funny: first, he concedes masterpiece games, then for weeks he says nothing, gets lost on the field-like the injuries sometimes get in the way-, and sits on the bench. Only to reappear from the void again, as happened yesterday against Brentford. At the same time, Harry simply does not know how to score ugly goals. The backheel yesterday was instinct, on the fly, but it's not surprising that Wilson came up with it.

And so, one evening, I have this intuition to follow certain… Like a certain algorithm: I ran to open up for the cross, raised my leg, backheeled it and scored against Brentford in injury time.