There is something about Anfield that turns really good teams into puff pastry.

Last night, Real kept slowing down their attacks and then trying to thread the ball through six defenders on that tiny subbuteo pitch when any bit of scouting would have told them to be more direct and get them turned.

And don't get me started on lunging into stupid tackles on the edge of their own box when it was clear they weren't going to win a single header against Liverpool all night.

For a goliath of world football, Real Madrid were utterly pathetic to behold last night.