He was working hard enough for the team and in his own words he wasn’t getting too worried by not scoring yet. He was particularly good in the Merseyside derby last Saturday as his intelligent cross found the unmarked and coming from behind Torres to duly open the score for Liverpool. Yesterday Torres returned the compliment and crossed to him a perfectly weighted ball which Keane needed only the faintest of touches to get the ball home for his first one and Liverpool’s second on the night. And his reaction rather contradicted what he’s been saying all along. A cartwheel, a couple of pump fists and a big scream. Strikers live to score as much as birds exist to sing. Or as much as I get to work to get my pay. Simple. And it was nice to finally see the Irish newbie break his duck. He hashed up a couple of chances due to probably lack of confidence. His dry start didn’t get to Crouch’s proportions, but it was getting worrying and when talking about dryness, strikers never think of dry French wine you can savour. It’s dry throats in the desert and barren runs they think of. And now that’s over.


And Liverpool’s impressive start to the season just continues on. It was another striker who is no stranger to dry runs that found the net as early as the fourth minute. Dirk Kuyt is a workaholic. His hard work and now different positioning excuse him from a lot of stick for his barren runs every now and then. Strikers do live for goals, but then Kuyt I think lives for the team. And hard work still gets appreciated in certain parts of the world. Liverpool seems to be one of them. And while being a workaholic, it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy a congratulatory drink. And yesterday that was it. Just four minutes on the clock, Gerrard whips in a corner, Torres connects superbly only to get out a top reflexive save from their keeper. And then Kuyt gets the rebound to slot it in. He just loves putting them away in Europe. His scoring’s a bit like the Anfield crowd, sometimes rather quiet in the league matches, but properly finds his voice in Europe.

And the finale was left for Gerrard who got his hundredth. A little tap from a free-kick, a short run and just a shot combining power and accuracy to achieve the impressive landmark and confirm the three points are all Liverpool’s. There wasn’t ever any doubt there. PSV never offered any threat, the mighty reds were all over them. But what could have been another European night, where tickets failed to get sold out, took a rather different dimension and a record got stamped on.

A clean sheet got tainted twelve minutes from time, but one spelling mistake won’t ruin a book. It’s been a well consistent start so far. It is still early days but not only you can beat what’s in front of you, but also you can only add up what numbers are offered to you. And Liverpool are doing that so far.