Let’s say that you are 35 now and in 30 years’ time, you are retired and decide to go to the pub for a football quiz. The tie breaker is to name the Liverpool that drew 1-1 with Stoke City in January 2010. The brain doesn’t work quite so quickly, but you remember that Gerrard and Torres were missing. Reina suddenly comes into the head fairly quickly as does Carragher. Then, there is a void. Ngog jumps into the head suddenly as it always amused you that Ngog is an anagram of gong – that’s why it rang a bell you muse. You remember a Greek-sounding chap that began with K, but you are not even close to spelling it correctly. There is a faint memory of a bloke called Sensua and another called Dragon – and after some effort, Allergia or something, but you are struggling. You try to picture the subs bench and you cannot even picture a face. You remember your Dad listing the Liverpool FA Cup winning team of 1965 and wish it was that question – Lawrence, Lawler, Byrne, Strong, Yeats, Stevenson, Callaghan, Hunt, Smith, Thompson. In fact, your Mum tells you that you were nearly named Lawrence Lawler Byrne etc. You would win the tie break. You see an advert for Pepsi Max in the bar and suddenly Maxi jumps into the head – and yes, Reina, Carragher, Ngog and Maxi is enough to win the tie break 4-3 over your quiz opponents. You win the quiz and reflect on Liverpool’s demise. Their 4-0 defeat at Rochdale last week in the Super Championship, also known as the fourth tier, makes you realise how far they have fallen.