IF ever a game acted as a reminder of why we watch and obsess over a team that provides us with arguably as many lows as it does highs, then the incredulous 5-4 victory over Norwich City was that.
There was no rhyme or reason to this game of football. It was so mad it has prompted people to write about undies.
There was frustration born out of our own ridiculousness, short-lived despair at potential points dropped followed quickly by an outpouring of emotion and boundless hysteria at the death.
My Saturday looked spoiled until Adam Lallana had us celebrating on the benches of the Hope and Anchor, choosing TLC No Scrubs on a jukebox and being a lot drunker later on than I led my girlfriend to believe I would be. But all blame lies with Lallana on that one. Nice one, lad.
It was the most emphatic of endings that served not just to cloud the familiar deficiencies shown throughout the game but more importantly to allow us all to enjoy the kind of elation and relief that is felt only after a last-minute winner.
Our mistakes were countless, the manner of them mindless. Ruthless in attack but toothless in defence, it was a game full of individual errors and bereft of any sense at all.
And amidst the twists and turns at Carrow Road there was nothing new to learn, nothing we have not witnessed before.
Again, we welcomed this new-found fluidity in attack with Roberto Firmino up top like at Manchester City and against Arsenal as the Brazilian looks like he’s beginning to believe — or realise — he’s better than those he’s contesting.
In six games as a false nine for Liverpool, he’s managed five goals and four assists. And yet he was let down by those behind him — again.
We saw an all too familiar struggle with set pieces and a goalkeeper who has seemingly decided that he’s dead set on dispelling any notion that he’s a solid shot-stopper.
Simon Mignolet has now conceded seven times from the last eight shots on target against him. Criticism of the Belgian has been constant this campaign, so I have absolutely nothing new to add on that.
But a game like this provides us all with a choice. You can choose to worry about what’s right or wrong with the Reds and fret over flaws because there are plenty of those. Or you can embrace the madness once more and enjoy it because it was a senselessness like this that last gripped hold of us all in 2013-14.
“We are in the middle of the chaos and react. Sometimes we know what we are we doing, sometimes we don’t.” They were Jürgen Klopp’s words at the end.
Since arriving in Liverpool, his team has scored more goals in the last 15 minutes of games than any other side in the league. That means something.
Despite all their shortcomings and imperfections, the Reds boast a new-found resilience under Klopp. A will to win has emerged at a time when everything is a bonus for the German and late goals and games like this will only galvanise the spirit within our squad.
The players are illustrating the kind of character that’s previously been lacking. Even if results don’t go our way or certain personnel eventually make way for fresh faces, something suggests there is a lot in the way of chaos to come this season and beyond.
The commotion that ensued and the subsequent noise cannot be ignored by forthcoming opposition. We’re no longer beaten when we go behind and instilling that belief is surely Klopp’s greatest feat thus far.
If games like Liverpool’s at Norwich provide me with more Saturdays like the last then I’m absolutely all in. Matches like that do not come often enough.
The detractors will tell you it was only Norwich. It was lucky. That it means nothing in the grand scheme. But that was more than three points — you can see that in the celebrations. It means more, it feels like more no matter the opposition — because we had fun.
Maybe you simply enjoy this game for it was and enjoy your Saturday for what it ended up being.
We’re one game from Wembley and still fighting on four fronts. But it’s the uncertainty of what’s next for Jürgen’s Reds that’s the most exciting thing.