I finally have the the chance to end his career today, I don’t want to just score goals I want to humiliate him that he won’t be able to play football again,I was once scared of him but not anymore!” Liverpool Star Winger Mohammed Salah sends string message to Manchester United Star player Threatening to end his career today

The air was thick with anticipation as the bright lights of Anfield illuminated the pitch for what was set to be a monumental clash between Liverpool and Manchester United. The two rivals, fiercely competitive on every level, were about to face off in a match that would decide more than just three points in the Premier League table. It was a personal duel, and the man at the center of it all was Mohamed Salah, the dazzling Liverpool winger whose dazzling feet and sharp mind had made him a terror for defenders across Europe.

But today, Salah wasn’t just looking to score goals. He had a message to send—one he had been brewing for years, one that had only been amplified by a bitter rivalry with a Manchester United player. That player? None other than the Red Devils’ star defender, Harry Maguire. For years, Maguire had been a thorn in Salah’s side, often frustrating him with hard tackles and strong defensive work. But today, Salah wasn’t just motivated by the usual desire to win; he had a deeper, more personal reason to take this match by the throat.

“I finally have the chance to end his career today,” Salah had whispered to his closest confidantes in the locker room before stepping out onto the pitch. His voice was firm, his eyes cold with determination. “I don’t want to just score goals; I want to humiliate him. I want him to know he won’t be able to play football again after today. I was once scared of him, but not anymore.”

There had been a time, not too long ago, when Salah had felt the weight of Maguire’s presence. A towering figure with an intimidating defensive style, Maguire had once gotten the better of Salah in several crucial encounters, leaving the Egyptian winger frustrated and occasionally doubting his own ability to break through his defense. But time had changed everything. Salah had evolved. His game had matured. And now, as the two men stood on opposite ends of the field, the power dynamics had completely shifted.

The match began with a roar of the crowd, the rivalry palpable in every pass and every tackle. From the first minute, Salah played with an intensity that was almost unsettling. He danced around Maguire as though he were a child trying to catch a shadow, leaving the English defender grasping at air. The crowd was electric, sensing the tension that was building between the two. Salah’s eyes locked on Maguire every time he came near him, his every move calculated, deliberate, designed to send a message.

Then it happened. In the 35th minute, with Liverpool leading 1-0, Salah picked up the ball just inside his half. With a burst of acceleration, he skipped past one defender, then another, closing in on the Manchester United backline. Maguire was waiting, set in his stance, ready to challenge Salah. But Salah wasn’t interested in simply taking him on—he had a point to prove.

In a blink, Salah feigned left, before deftly spinning to the right, leaving Maguire stranded. As the Manchester United defender tumbled helplessly to the ground, Salah approached the goal with unrelenting precision. With a clinical strike, he slotted the ball into the bottom corner. 2-0 Liverpool.

But Salah didn’t stop there. His celebration was not one of joy, but of dominance. He turned to face Maguire, who was still recovering from the moment, and with a sly grin, he pointed at him before making a mocking gesture. The crowd erupted, their cheers drowning out the stunned silence from the United bench.

The game continued, but Salah was on a mission. Every time Maguire came within reach, Salah humiliated him further, sending him into a spiral of frustration. His every touch seemed to mock the defender, his every movement reminding him of the career-defining day when he was exposed for all to see.

By the 75th minute, with the scoreline now 3-0 in Liverpool’s favor, Salah had completed his masterpiece. He’d scored another goal and assisted one, but it was the way he had left Maguire on the ground that would be remembered for years to come. By the final whistle, United’s defense was shattered, their once-formidable center-back completely undone.

As the teams walked off the pitch, Salah approached Maguire, who was still seething with rage, his face red with embarrassment. Salah gave him one last glance, his smile more of a warning than a gesture of goodwill.

“I told you,” Salah said quietly, just loud enough for Maguire to hear. “You’ll never play football again at this level after today. I’m not scared of you anymore.”

Maguire didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. His silence said everything. The message had been sent.

For Salah, this match wasn’t just about victory. It was about retribution, about proving to himself that he was no longer the player who feared the big names. Today, he had made his mark on the footballing world in a way that would echo for years to come. And for Harry Maguire, it was the day his career, in Salah’s eyes, had ended.