Champions of Europe

Liverpool 4-0 Norwich City

“We are the Champions; Champions of Europe!”
The ‘Anfield Wrap’ suggested that Reds’ fans had not been overbearing enough about our Champions League success, but if that has been the case, the matter was undoubtedly put right on Friday night at Anfield.
“We are the Champions; Champions of Europe!” sang the fans over and over again, not, let it be said, to the detriment of every other song, but certainly there was hardly any letting up.
The Kop was at its noisiest throughout and over the evening there was time for all the other renditions, though, surprisingly, not once did we hear that we’d won it six times, which surprised me.
There was however, a brand new song, sung with immense gusto about success in Madrid. How and where did the fans manage to learn both the tune and the lyrics so quickly?
There was always the fear, on such a carnival night, that it might all turn sour, but the truth was Liverpool were irresistible. Firmino, in particular, was bang on song and quite brilliant. He  deserved to score, but having been thwarted repeatedly by Norwich ‘keeper Krul, he contrived to shoot wide from a yard out with the goal gaping.
Norwich were clearly a side of talented players, but while it was easy to see how their skills were effective in the Championship, they got short shift from Liverpool. Hendo and Fabinho, in particular never gave them a moment’s peace. The 4-goal gap at the interval was indicative of the Reds’ superiority with Salah’s strike and Origi’s header from Trent’s incredible cross the highlights.
The second half gradually petered out and we sensed that perhaps Chelsea in Istanbul on Wednesday was on a few minds. Lest we forget, that involves a prestigious trophy!
Meanwhile, the Kop sang on. “We are the Champions; Champions of Europe!” Was someone seeking to make a point?
Whatever reservations there might have been about this potential banana skin, the reality was that the Reds really looked the part while Norwich were left floundering. The loss of Alisson was a blow, but there could have been a lesser reserve than Adrian, signed less than 48 hours earlier. He’s now about to get a medal in a major final! He’s a very good stopper, except not as good as the man he’s stepping in for. But then who is?
“We are the Champions; Champions of Europe!” It’s been ringing in my ears ever since Friday; but who cares? Are we being overbearing enough now?