It’s Saturday 3rd March, the top story on the BBC website is about the weather, which has been cold and snowy all week, shutting down trains and roads and causing what the news has been calling “travel chaos” and everyone else has been calling “an excuse to take a day off work, build snowmen and have a laugh” and the last song I listened to was “Come Around” by Rhett Miller.

The other big news of the week was Theresa May’s “Road To Brexit” speech, in which she said that there were many ways in which the United Kingdom would maintain the same regulatory standards as the rest of the European Union, and would co-operate closely in a wide variety of fields with other European governments, which raises the question of what the point is in leaving the European Union at all. Then again, she repeated the idea that the United Kingdom would “control its borders” post-Brexit, whilst simultaneously having a “frictionless and invisible” frontier at its only actual land border, which suggests that maybe she’s not going to be able to so what she says she wants to do.

Anyway, the team was: Karius; Alexander-Arnold, Lovren, Van Dijk, Robertson; Henderson, Can, Oxlade-Chamberlain; Mane, Salah, Firmino.

Let’s talk about nostalgia.

I’ve been told that I’m a very nostalgic person, which I suppose is typical of someone who did a history degree and reads history books for fun. I indulge my nostalgic tendencies too often, which is how I end up spending ages making a music video commemorating my time at university or spending money on a disposable camera so I can have physical photos that I can keep.

I would probably have always been like this, but social media has definitely made it much easier: you can scroll back and look at all your old posts and photos, when you aren’t having your memories from years ago presented on your feed or looking at everyone’s #tbts. Sometimes you just can’t avoid feeling nostalgic. Especially when nostalgia turns up as the manager in the opposition dugout.

I’m a child of the Benitez era. We didn’t have Sky Sports under Houllier, and I was too young, and I was older and more wary by the time we got to the Hodgson/Dalglish/Rodgers banter era.

But I have a poster of Steven Gerrard from 2007 on my bedroom wall, in a kit that I owned and wore all the time. Those seasons are ingrained in my memory: the games we played, the players we signed and, most of all, the way it felt.

It was a time where you felt optimistic as a Liverpool fan: that Rafa had a plan, and could not only build up a team for the long term, but could set one up for every individual match, whether it was Big Sam’s Bolton or Barcelona in the Nou Camp.

It never felt like we were ever out of a game — after Istanbul, how could we ever be? — or like we should ever be afraid of whatever the other team might throw at us. We were one of the best teams in Europe, and it looked like we could win everything.

Except, of course we didn’t. Xabi Alonso left, and we couldn’t get Gareth Barry, so we bought Alberto Aquilani who was always injured, and Torres went off form, and Hicks and Gillett brought the club to the brink of bankruptcy, and Rafa had to go and we replaced with Roy Hodgson because we’re idiots.

I could relive the ins and outs of those times, and my ongoing belief that we were the third-best team in Europe in 2008/09, for far too long.

But there wouldn’t be any point.

This is the problem with nostalgia, it never actually goes anywhere. You just go around and around in circles, feeling the faintest of echoes of how good it felt the first time around. I still have affection for Rafa Benitez, and I always will, but he’s just not going to be the same manager he was in 2009, nor is he ever going to have anything like the same team, and we’ll never be able to recapture the particular way we felt about that team.

After a big win, Jurgen Klopp always says the same thing: “We played well, and we’re in a good moment…but we need to look forward to the next game.”

He’s right, as usual, in making sure that the team remains focused on the task ahead rather than lingering on where they are right now. It’s part of making sure that the team maintains a growth mindset, thinking that they can always improve and progress, both individually and as a collective.

For us as fans, though, sometimes it’s nice to take a moment to enjoy where we are. Second in the Premier League, about to host a home knockout game in the Champions League where we’re almost certain to go through, with a front three in devastating form, a back five looking more solid by the day, and a midfield that’s looking coherent, fluid and balanced.

There will be time to be nostalgic about this in years to come, just like we’re nostalgic about Rafa.

So let’s take the time and enjoy wins like this, where we look like we’re on another level.

Liverpool are in a good moment.

Let’s savour it.