Liverpool's captain walked up the makeshift stairs at Anfield.
Well, he didn't really walk. He sauntered, he swaggered, he moved with the loose cool of someone who just accomplished something that no one else had ever done. First, he looked over at his teammates -- a collective coiled spring, ready to let it all out.
Then, he hugged one of the local club legends before walking over to receive his medal. He slipped it over his head, then picked up the trophy and kissed it, as if he were passing by his mother on the way out the door.