Nope.
We will concede one in the first half. They'll score two quickly in the second half.
We'll all have a heart attack & despairing almost suicidal thoughts, before we score a last minute bundled in messy goal on the last couple of minutes of extra time, propelling us to that state of queasy ecstasy that only watch Liverpool win a match after trying to throw it away can bring.
It's not nerves, or premonitions that make us think these things, it's fucking experience. We never do things the easy way.
I know for a fact that the Alves match all those moons ago has taken at least five years of my life expectancy as I had at least three minor coronary events during it & that was when I was young & somewhat healthy.