20 Minutes in Dreamland.

Photo taken 20 very good minutes after the initial perfect 20 minutes.

The phrase "from the off" must've been the running theme in Brendan Rodgers' pre-match team talk, likely to have been complimented by the clapping of his hands and nodding of his head, as he turns to each corner of the Anfield dressing room, repeating the three-word phrase.

This pitch, entwined with some more clapping and nodding from Steven Gerrard after a 45,000 voice strong 'You'll Never Walk Alone' was the perfect preparation before kick-off, and as any football manager/chef/trained assassin/builder/essay writing extraordinaire will tell you, preparation is key.

Combine this photo with tagline: 'Preparation is key.

20 minutes later and Liverpool were four nil up against Premier League leaders, Arsenal Football Club. Mignolet not even given a chance to look uncomfortable, in fact Arsenal had to wait so long for their first attempt at goal I can guarantee a large percentage of co-commentators at Anfield would've praised Mignolet for keeping concentration for so long. (Because we're supposedly so used to seeing goalkeepers get bored when their team is in control of a game, being distracted like a small child when they see something bright and or colourful/edible.)

A back four without Glen Johnson, Daniel Agger, Sakho or José Enrique, looked fairly solid, Jon Flanagan operating the right side of the pitch like a white-Cafu, whilst worries of Kolo Toure dilly-dallying on the ball were changed to praise for the Ivorian's ability to seemingly turn clearances into killer balls.

Phillipe Coutinho, a young, Brazillian, attacking midfielder with colourful boots, clichés would suggest that he should be suspect defensively, physically weak, and only 'switch it on' when he 'wants to.' Yet, he was chasing everything, competing for 50-50s and taking no nonsense from an even more mouthy than usual, Jack Wilshere. He combined that with interceptions, more stereotypical Brazilian mazy runs, and a jaw-dropping through ball to assist Sturridge to finish what was a perfect twenty minutes for Liverpool.

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I genuinely wouldn't have been surprised if it concluded with me waking up, fuzzy eyed and saying 'I just had the best and weirdest dream, Liverpool were four nil up against Arsenal after 20 minutes...' and then to confirm the craziness, '...and Martin Skrtel scored TWO.'

Proof it wasn't just a dream, unless in the dream I watch the rest of the game, return from the pub, have a poo and write a blog entry about the game I just witnessed.