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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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