TERRACE TALK: Liverpool - Rejoice, the time of miracles is truly upon us

There are two kinds of Liverpool fan who are calm right now; the ones pretending to be calm — and the ones who are dead.

As much as the older heads want to keep a lid on the euphoria, it’s like trying to put a volcano out with a damp napkin.

Even if they let stupid goals in and allow the other team back into the game every single time you’re only getting the feeling they’re messing with our heads.

Klopp has a stand-up’s timing. Sometimes it peeks out from behind that smile, like when he says he no longer respects anyone who thinks Liverpool have any problems at the back.

That would be 93% of the planet then. Why 93%? Because the rest don’t have television. To be fair the likes of Ibrahimovic and Benteke haven’t harmed us at all. It’s the no-marks we need to watch.

Maybe he actually meant it all? Anything is possible nowadays. He picks the second 11 against Tottenham and they play like the first 11. We wait for the draw and get the one team everyone else wanted (kiss of death there, of course).

Sturridge, the so-called lost cause, could have had four or five but settled for two. Even Alberto Moreno is playing well. Is this what the end of the world looks like?

You got the feeling Pochettino wasn’t bothered and can focus on the league and Europe but needed to keep up appearances by complaining. He protested a bit too much.

“Klopp jumps up and down a lot, we wanted two penalties not one, their defender should have been sent off for his first challenge.”

Anything else? Goalposts moved a bit to the left? Want to choose which referee has your game?

Actually, he left that one to Pardew. I’m biased obviously but it felt like both teams we played this week were terrible divers. It’s not like your referee lives round the corner from Selhurst though, is it?

Complain then.

Even Pardew couldn’t get into a mindset where any of Palace’s ‘penalties’ were anything but “tight” calls. Some terrible straw-clutching goes on in this league.

He was flattering about how we played though, which in the real world wouldn’t be a surprise; there, it would be called “the evidence of one’s own eyes”. In football, it’s not the done thing to be honest.

Imagine going down the bookies and asking odds for 3-2 at half time with goals from Can, Lovren and Matip. Even those traditionally rapacious gentlemen would have patted your head, led you to the exit and not taken your money.

We played really well. I missed two of the goals but I was busy on the phone at the time. Well, Liverpool were taking a corner and y’know; Liverpool, corners...

It won’t happen again, I promise. Full focus, the time of miracles is truly upon us.

It’s an odd place Liverpool are at, not just this season but any season. No sooner does Coutinho start playing great than people start asking if he’s good enough to play for the Spanish giants.

It happens to all our good players. In a post-Alonso Mascherano Torres Suarez Sterling world, who could blame folk for thinking we’d sell first and worry about gaps later? This may explain the continual focus on Klopp. The faces on the pitch may change, they most likely will, but the goof on the touchline remains. That’s enough to make anyone feel good.

There are flaws, of course there are. Only Liverpool could conjure up that collection of screw-ups for Palace’s first equaliser, with Karius doing the worst Toni Schumacher impression ever.

There are moments in games where they play good possession football to close out a result but it’s never for long enough.

Maybe it’s a good thing Liverpool aren’t perfect? Now that’s an intriguing thought; they might even get better than this.