If Liverpool are to reach anywhere near the standards they did last year, they need to use the memory of Crystanbul as motivation. In order for Brendan Rodgers and co to take the step from good to great, they must constantly remind themselves of a night in London they would rather forget.

In the hovel of a living room in which I spent many happy hours of my final year of university, there sat a handful of students, their eyes fixed on the television that was in front of them. I remember it quite clearly, it was the final day of the Premier League season and Manchester United were seconds away from winning their twentieth title. The final whistle had gone at the Stadium of Light, Phil Jones was already celebrating, and as a Liverpool fan, I was less than pleased with the days events.

Step up Sergio Aguero.

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