It was over a plate of scrambled eggs, mushrooms and toast last Christmas that Steven Gerrard first raised the prospect that the end was coming.
He had been back on Merseyside for the winter break, enjoying time with his family and friends. A return to Los Angeles was imminent but, before he went, he had breakfast at The Vincent, the city centre restaurant he co-owns, with the local media to discuss his American adventure. There was also talk about what the future might hold.
‘I think this will probably be my last year,’ Gerrard said, matter-of-factly. ‘Does it scare me?