When great sides are recalled, some were ephemeral. Leicesters miracle workers of 2015-16 were a great football team, if not aesthetically, in the way we now think of that term (Man Citys orchestral passing). Jose Mourinhos Chelsea, who in 2004-05 conceded 15 goals and amassed 25 clean sheets and 95 points, are too rarely mentioned in the audit of unforgettable English teams.

Liverpool, though, are not judged against rival cities and big name clubs. Their measuring stick is the teams of Dalglish, Souness, Keegan, Rush, Hansen, Lawrenson: the lost empire, which, until Klopp stepped in, had succumbed to a pattern of near-misses and false dawns. The distance Liverpool have travelled since Andy Carroll or Christian Benteke seemed logical signings to a club with a hazy, nostalgia-misted identity is so large as to dazzle the eye.

Watching a masterpiece form is a pleasure that Liverpool-loathing fans in other parts of the country will not be signing up to. But every one of them will look at Klopps team and think: this is what greatness looks like, this is what we would love to be.

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