The 2-1 victory over their bitter rivals, snatched from the jaws of a tactical stalemate, felt less like three points and more like a declaration of war on the rest of the league.
The music was so loud the walls were vibrating, a playlist curated by the team's official "Greek Scouser," Kostas Tsimikas, who was currently leading a victory dance on top of a treatment table that looked dangerously close to collapsing.
"I am telling you," Andy Robertson roared over the music to a grinning Trent Alexander-Arnold, "when Palmer made that pass for their goal, my heart left my body. I think it is still out there somewhere on the pitch, having an existential crisis!"
"Your heart needs to get back in defense then, because we've got a match next week!" Trent shot back, and the group around them howled with laughter.
