To most of those of a red persuasion at Stamford Bridge, this felt like an exhibition match.
Liverpool were poor but no one seemed to care too much, certainly not the away end where balloons were held up spelling out the word ‘champions’ and they went through their entire songbook to toast their heroes on the pitch.
Arne Slot’s men had travelled by rail from Runcorn to London on Saturday and after some shoddy touches and wayward passes, one wondered if they had disembarked in the capital and headed across the road to the Euston Tap to begin a night on the tiles.