What a journey it has been. From the early marker of a dramatic win over Paris Saint-Germain to the nerve-shredding victory against Napoli on the final matchday, the group stage was just about negotiated despite the very real, painful lows in Italy, Serbia and France.
The knockout stage, though, was when Liverpool truly hit their stride, the travelling support rewarded for their endeavours. Bayern Munich, the German giants, comprehensively dismissed in their own backyard. Porto, slain last year, given a repeat dose in Portugal. Then came Barcelona, the magic of Lionel Messi, the old flames of Luis Suarez and Philippe Coutinho. The away end sang in defiance after a harsh 3-0 defeat at Camp Nou. And Anfield was transformed as arguably the greatest night in the stadium’s history and one of the most remarkable comebacks in European football saw Messi and pals sent back to Catalonia wondering what had just happened.
So again to Spain and Madrid, where the familiar foes of Tottenham Hotspur lay in wait. Liverpool were ready. The fans were ready. A year on, they felt this could be their time.
Moussa Sissoko’s handball, Mohamed Salah’s nerveless spot kick. Divock Origi’s clincher. Jordan Henderson with his hands clasped around the European Cup, lifting it high into the Madrid sky, Liverpool champions of Europe for a sixth time.
This is their story. This is the story of how Klopp and his players etched themselves into Anfield folklore forever.