Liverpool’s supporters like to sing of watching poetry in motion. But there was nothing poetic about this anxiety-inducing scramble of a victory. Under Jurgen Klopp Liverpool are less the laureates of the Premier League and more the masters of flying by the seat of their expensively-sponsored shorts. Not that the manager appeared to mind. As his celebratory leap at the final whistle suggested, this was a win he was delighted to achieve.

“Usually I sit here saying congratulations to Leicester,” said Klopp, who had lost his previous three visits to the Kingpower. “So this feels a big difference. Yes, we have some issues, yes we lose challenges, yes we concede goals. But we play good football, we feel we are in a good way.”

He has a point. For all their porous defensive condition, Liverpool are a magnificent sight when they attack. And in the early exchanges the pattern appeared not to have changed in the four days since these teams met in the Caraboa Cup.