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Anfield was deserted when a slender, bespectacled figure arrived at the Shankly Gates and requested a preview of his new home.

John W. Henry’s team of investors had purchased Liverpool and, having taken a private tour of the club museum, the American wanted an early morning stroll around the stadium.

“I came out here and walked the pitch alone,” he said, contradicting Gerry Marsden’s anthem. “I love Anfield when the place is empty and the sun is coming out.”

The symbolism of Henry enjoying his new dawn back in October 2010 has aged well. There is Liverpool before Fenway Sports Group. And there is Liverpool now.

There is the club purchased amid High Court rancour - the ragged aristocrat stumbling around the local tavern, searching for pennies while boring passing acquaintances with tales of old glory – and the corporate and sporting behemoth, incrementally rebuilding with impassioned dexterity.

There are years of recruitment errors bringing down outstanding managers and there is the winning streak of exceptional signings facilitating Jurgen Klopp’s revival.

In 2010, Liverpool had their name, one upheld by recent European success, a smattering of world-class talents, a global following and enough cup success to nourish optimism that a title win was a few more signings away.