LIVERPOOL, England -- It cannot quite be called the blueprint for an era; the night was too ragged for that, the ride too wild and the nerves too frayed. But there are times when none of that matters at all, times when common sense bears little relevance.
This was a visceral, emotional evening of raw energy. One that showed Anfield that heavy metal football can power through by sheer force of will. One that became a modern classic and ended with Jurgen Klopp -- a fist-pumping, thunderous presence on the touchline when Liverpool looked down and out -- walking from the pitch mopping his brow and mimicking a throbbing heart.