Andy Robertson is worried about a new nickname. “Peter Parker,” he says, tentatively lifting his bandaged right hand to show the source of the mockery.

“I was bitten by a spider on holiday in Majorca. I was just out on a boat and then the next day my hand was double the size. They examined the infection and it seems the bite was quite deep. It got me good but it’s fine now.

“I’ve already heard the Spiderman thing. Some people are trying to make it stick, but maybe not…”

All the Liverpool players were made to feel like superheroes in the aftermath of the club’s sixth Champions League win. The sedate setting of the pre-season tour camp in Notre Dame, Indiana, is ideal for contemplation – of recent successes and challenges to come.

Modern idols mix with club legends as if they are passing silhouettes of their future selves. It is a reminder to Robertson that a career-defining triumph is in the locker, yet the fire burns for more.

“Winning the final – that sense of achievement – sunk in quickly,” says Scotland’s captain. “But the magnitude of it probably won’t sink for a bit longer. It is a different feeling when people see you as a Champions League winner.