There are very few sounds in the world finer than that of the noise made by 40,000 people in an enclosed space screaming 'MAN ON!'
When that scream is followed by Steven Gerrard dummying Dimitar Berbatov in a manner that left the Fulham captain (seriously, they made Berbatov captain?) desperately attempting to figure out what had just happened as a raking cross field ball allowed Jordan Henderson the opportunity to play an inch perfect pass for Luis Suarez to put Liverpool 3 up before half time then it's a glorious sound indeed.
Shall we stop trying to second guess Brendan Rodgers?
A return to 4-4-2. Our most expensive summer signing consigned to the bench. The hapless Cissokho, withdrawn at half time at the Emirates, surprisingly still present as an orthodox left back. A system that can't possibly get the best out of Phillippe Coutinho doing exactly that. Suarez may well make the headlines with two goals and a major influence on another but it was the magical little Brazilian that was the architect of this rampant red performance; utterly irrepressible, constantly inventive, mobile, probing, creating. We spent the week lamenting our need for a creative spark; after an enforced two month break he was absolutely present today. This is a special player, one might use the description 'a top, top player'
And speaking of 'top, top players' (Hi Alex, how's the retirement going? Wallowing in bitterness as your perch dissolves?); our captain, our washed up, over the hill, needs dropping captain -three assists, two from dead ball situations and the last from hassling and harrying Kieran Richardson (and here's a question; how do you know that you're really in trouble? Answer: you're playing Kieran Richardson at left back and pretending its a good idea) before getting the chance to have a bit of a sit down and allow Joe Allen to strut his stuff.
Again, the only shock in scoring four was that we only scored four. 34 shots, 10 on target, 62% possession; a nigh on impeccable performance, a perfect response to last week's loss.
So we head into another (pointless) international break, second in the league, two points ahead of Chelsea (although it would have been three if not for Andre Marriner's disgraceful performance at Stamford Bridge), buoyant and full of options.
What were you moaning about again?