Despite Liverpool's title hopes coming to an end on the last day of the season, Flanagan makes a further 17 appearances. Amongst these appearances are some incredible scalps, the most notable being the 5-1 hammering that Liverpool inflicted upon Arsenal in early February of 2014. There are also stand out performances away at Old Trafford, which they won 3-0, and at home for the reverse fixture of the Merseyside derby, a resounding 4-0.

Flanagan established himself on the pitch in the right manner. He is well mannered and doesn't react or get wound up, instead he makes his tackles felt. It's something that has been bemoaned in the modern game for some time, the lack of tackles and the death of the contact element of the sport.

If this was truly the case, then no one told Jon Flanagan. Jon Flanagan was through the brick wall before you could even make out the words contact sport. Despite earning high praise from Cafu, earning him the Scouse Cafu moniker, to me, Flanagan is a player more akin to Neville or Carragher. At least, as far as tackling is concerned.

In fact, watching Jon Flanagan tackle is a beautiful thing to behold. Not in the traditional way per say, but more in the way that it can be beautiful to watch videos of people losing their shit. It's like watching someone throw a deck chair at someone else, and watching that someone else get tangled in its wretched frame. When scientists are finished with the Large Hadron Collider we should collide Jon Flanagan into things to test their volition.

For those that think this all might be a bit hyperbolic...