Is this enough respect for you? From Oliver Holt in the Mirror:
Bright and hauntingly beautiful, a brilliant full moon hung over the Centenary Stand at Anfield last night.
Underneath it, the magic unfurled and Real Madrid, dull in all white, were bewitched.
It was one of those nights at Anfield, one of those great European nights where the men in red play as if they are possessed.
Where they soak up the energy and the vitality pouring down from the stands and reach super-human levels of commitment.
They swept the once mighty Madrid aside last night in one long flourish and left all who saw them wondering what else might still be possible this season.
Play like this and even the swaggering kings of Manchester United might be forced to take a step backwards when the two teams meet in the Premier League at Old Trafford on Saturday.
The score last night did not flatter Liverpool. It flattered Madrid. If it hadn't been for Real keeper Iker Casillas, Liverpool could quite easily have won by eight or nine.
There were superb performances but above all, there was a display by Fernando Torres that was so good it was breathtaking. So good that in the first half, his power, his pace and his raw skill left this woeful Madrid side utterly helpless.
Torres, of course, had added motivation last night. An Atletico Madrid hero, he revelled openly in the grand demolition of his old club's fierce city rivals.
Torres was unstoppable from the start. He shrugged off the ankle injury he was carrying and played like a man who has never been in ruder health.
Four minutes had gone when Steven Gerrard played a ball into him on the edge of the box. Torres had his back to goal, shadowed by Italy's World Cup winning captain, Fabio Cannavaro.
The striker turned him like he was a Sunday league player, not one of the most decorated men in the game.
Turned like Dennis Bergkamp the time he scored that goal against Newcastle.
Turned him so comprehensively, it looked at first like it might have been an accident.
That turn deserved a goal but the shot was saved by Casillas who deflected it wide.
Torres made up for that a quarter of an hour later with the goal that put the tie out of Madrid's reach. He made it and he finished it.
And when it had bulged the back of the net, Torres danced away in front of the Madrid supporters pointing to the name on his shirt.
And when he had nearly reached the corner flag, he turned to them and punched the air with great gusto.
Torres didn't stop there. He tormented Real. Once, he slipped as he tried to shield the ball from Sergio Ramos.
But he kept possession, got up and dribbled the ball past him.
In the end, Madrid's players gave up and tried to kick him out of the game.
But Torres remained unbowed until he was substituted to a standing ovation late in the game.
Madrid salvaged a little dignity in the second half but not much. Torres had already stripped them of most of it.
