3/3: the season begins; divock is on the board already and jurgen’s rampant reds are afoot, even if the brakes were on second half, we looked a little disjointed, and Alisson’s injury soured the taste of victory; the league awaits. Dare I say, we go again.

6/6: despite the short turnaround post super cup, the Reds grind a win at Soton off some masterful work from Sadio & Bobby; City are first to fail to hold serve, punished by the VAR gods in a redux of last year’s CL knockout rounds. A week’s rest and a re-armed arsenal await

9/9: arsenal suffer their annual thumping at Anfield; first largely consummate performance, against a supposed top four side; an improvement of last season’s results against the top six remains imperative; City tasked with n early kickoff away to Bournemouth tmrw. The dream lives

12/12: city play first for the first time and the reds respond in emphatic fashion, besting dyche 3 nil at turf moore w Adrian performing extremely well. We go into the 1st international break top of the table, 13 wins on the trot; the Reds are the fuckin business. Rest n reload

15/15: Newcastle dispatched with minimal fuss despite conceding the opener to a stunning strike in a match defined by Bobby dazzler casually creating the sublime; City lose to Norwich in a match defined by idiocy from its makeshift backline. Five points clear, five matches in

18/18: City throw a gauntlet, obliterating Watford 8 nil Saturday; the Reds respond with a second consecutive win over a top six rival, beating Chelsea after holding their nerve for the last 20 minutes, gassed from midweek CL fixture. TAA w a showstopper; still top n 5 pts clear.

21/21: the piss boiling Reds defeat a surprisingly strong Sheffield away in sheeting rain; clear pen denied, easy chances spurned, but Gini comes through to secure the narrow win abetted by a howler from Sheffield’s keeper; City hold serve against the Ev; still 5 points clear

24/24: karma comes through for the Reds, who earn the late penalty they were wrongly denied in the same fixture last year to seal the win against Leicester; City lose at home to Wolves, 2 nil; head into the international break top and, taps mic: EIGHT POINTS CLEAR, MOTHERFUCKERS

25/27: a dour draw at OT rescued by Lallana, of all people. The Reds looked beteft of ideas in the attacking third without Mo, despite nearly 70 percent possession. Ole keeping his job the only silver lining. 6 points clear; top of the table; undefeated. November 10th awaits.

28/30: a dominant display almost thwarted by Spurs’ backup keeper, but the Reds come through after Mane earns a savvy pen-netted by Mo-after Hendo’s equalizer. 45 unbeaten at Anfield; undefeated in the league; 6 clear at the top. November 10th awaits.

31/33: for the third time in a week the mentality monsters do it at the death w a sublime glancing header from Mané minutes after his glorious back post chip for Robbo’s equalizer; undefeated; 6 clear; Anfield will be a paroxysm of rage with a chance to avenge 11mm in eight days.

34/36: a TAA n Robbo masterclass, a much maligned midfield powering Klopp’s red machine, a revitalized Lovren standing tall, the crowd in full voice, and Pep losing the plot entirely make for a night that is the stuff of legends. Liverpool are top, 8 clear, n ON THE FUCKIN MARCH

37/39: a war of attrition at selhurst park sees the Reds take three points on the back of two shithouse goals incl Bobby saving the day at the death. Fabs w a strategic yellow to miss Brighton next. 8 clear, undefeated, n top of the table. There are the days we remember, Reds

40/42: comfortable win made nervy after Alisson’s moment of madness; City stunned by Newcastle and Leicester hold serve; head into the derby 8 points clear, undefeated, top of the table. Let fixture congestion season begin.

43/45: Div does the Ev, Sadio exacts revenge for his Balon d’Or snub, n Shaq returns w Bobby, Hendo, n Mo rested; Silva rendered despondent as the streak goes to 32, and Klopp wins his 100th in record time; 8 ahead; unbeaten; top. What can you possibly say about these. 23 to go.

46/48: the Reds cruise in second gear to a 3 nil win against the Cherries; Leicester hold serve; and Ole’s boys punch City in the mouth to Pep 14 points back 16 matches in. Naby and Ox on the scoresheet, which bodes well as the fixtures pile up. We move. (Apologies this is late)

49/51: the Reds put in a performance befitting the conditions but dispatch Watford off the back of a sublime brace from Salah; Leicester's turn to drop points, drawing with Bournemouth at the King Power. We decamp for the CWC 10 points clear; may we return crowned world champions

52/54: second place Leicester swept away behind a masterclass from Trent, our scouse avatar; 4 nil was kind, with Mo and Sadio spurning multiple gilt-edged chances; another fantastic display from Naby; World Champions. 13 clear with a game in hand. Undefeated. All eyes on us.

55/57: the Reds grind a 1 nil against an organized wolves side off the back of two VAR decisions finally gone our way, with lallana putting in a quietly effective shift to spell Keita and Gomez imperious again; 13 clear, game in hand, +34 GD, undefeated. Oh come let us adore them

58/60: the second half of the season begins as the Blades come to Anfield n put in a spirited display to limit the damage to only two nil; Henderson with yet another masterclass in MF and the overall performance only tainted by Naby’s injury; 13 clear; game in hand; undefeated.

61/63: a professional one nil to exorcise the ghosts of mourinhos past on the back of a sublime finish from Bobby Dazzler; Alisson clearly in Spurs’ heads as they failed to capitalize on a few openings the final 15; 14 clear, game in hand, undefeated, n top of the fuckin league.

64/66: an obliteration of a predictably defensive manc side belied only by the scoreline, with salah’s extra time finish eliciting THAT chant these Reds earned a month ago; 16 clear at the top, game in hand, n undefeated; the procession begins and only question is by how much.

67/69: against Wolves, yet another late winner (this time from Bobby) sees the Reds extend their unbeaten run to 40. A captain’s shift from Henderson; Alisson with 2 massive saves; and the Red machine marches on. Game in hand, 16 clear, 14 on the trot. Make them fuckin believe us

70/72: the Reds brush aside Moyes n the Hammers with a perfunctory 2 nil win that seals a perfect record in January, an ill fated month in past title challenges; undefeated; 19 points clear; 41 unbeaten; 15 on the trot; 8 clean sheets in 9; what are we gonna do this year, Reds?

73/75: a 2nd half masterclass after HT tweaks to the midfield shape see the Reds pummel a spirited Soton into submission; Bobby sets up 3, Hendo, Mo, n Ox get the bag, Alisson with a 9th clean sheet in 10. 22 () clear; 16 straight; 42 unbeaten; 7 wins to reclaim what’s ours

76/78: through the wind and the rain the Reds grab another routine one nil secured by Sadio against a well-organized Norwich, whose table position belies their performances to date. 43 unbeaten, 1 GA in 10, 17 on the spin, 6 to go, and TWENTY-FIVE POINTS CLEAR. UP THE FUCKIN REDS

79/81: Reds shake off a listless first half display n dispatch n old foe whose relegation threatened charges played like it, fighting admirably against the inevitable. And so it came to pass despite trailing 2-1. 18 straight; 44 unbeaten; 22 clear; 4 to go. How y’all like us now

79/84: the record breaking streak ends as the Reds put on a damp squib of a performance and are made to pay in ignominious fashion by a Watford side playing for their premier league lives. 22 clear and four wins on the trot see us clinch it at the Etihad; a win for narrative, tbf

82/87: a 22nd straight home win despite falling behind early to the Cherries; Sadio and Mo do the business and Milner’s goal line clearance saves the Reds any blushes n rights the ship before Atletico. City fall to United; only six points to Hendo hops and Popworld.

83/90: for only the third time this campaign we drop points, drawing at Goodison; a fair result in isolation, but anticlimactic after the long wait precipitated by end times. The world is shit, but the inexorable Reds march on. Stay safe and be well; you’ll never walk alone.