Inter Milan, Arsenal, Chelsea, Barcelona and Juventus had all crumbled as You'll Never Walk Alone and Zadok the Priest blared over the tannoy at Anfield. Such an idea has become almost unthinkable.
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Until David Ngog's late intervention to break the determined resistance of a team cast as Romanian no-hopers, they may have feared things could only get worse, that this was what the future held.
That this is where Liverpool, the stumbling giants, now belong.
Liverpool, somewhere, possess the quality to warrant a place among the princes, not the paupers, cannot be in question.
Fernando Torres, the jewel in the crown, may have been missing here, but a handful of his team-mates, Gerrard, Javier Mascherano, Pepe Reina are, indisputably, Champions League players.
The question that remains, the doubt that nags, is that much of the rest of Rafael Benitez's squad may have found their level.
There were flashes here to give credence to the Spaniard's belief, his fervent hope, that such fears are unfounded.
It took fewer than 60 seconds for the hosts to find a way through, Dirk Kuyt and Fabio Aurelio combining to tee up Gerrard, the Liverpool captain's shot venomous enough to ascertain that Giedrius Arlauskis, the Unirea goalkeeper, was warmed up.
The Kop roared, scenting blood, but the feeding frenzy never came. Unirea, content to sit on the edge of their own penalty box for much of the evening, more than lived up to Benitez's promise that they would provide dour, doughty opposition.
Liverpool found themselves faced with a wall of white, unmoving, uncompromising. The Romanian side had two shots, neither particularly worthy of note, in the opening period, one from a Sorin Frunza free kick which trickled to an otherwise unemployed Pepe Reina, and a 40-yard effort from Marius Onofras, wide on the right, clearly trying to channel the spirit of Nayim. It did not work.
Everything else Unirea set out to do, though, did. It is a peculiarity of the away goals rule that conceding away from home is no great disaster, but the visitors had clearly done their homework. There are but a handful of topics to revise when it comes to brushing up on Liverpool.
How to man mark Gerrard, how to stop Reina's distribution kick-starting counter attacks, and how to sap Benitez's side's confidence. All three were passed with flying colours, and that Liverpool lacked the craft to crack the edifice they were presented with, to shed their shackles, says much about their travails this season.
As ever, their failure to score an early goal, the only tonic which calms nerves frayed after a season of embarrassment and misadventure, played on their minds.
Kuyt went close, firing across the box after playing himself through, while Gerrard headed wide following the best passage of play in the opening spell, Alberto Aquilani conducting the orchestra, his passing stretching Unirea, creating space for the frustrating Albert Riera, whose cross found his captain charging into the area.
That, aside from one sharp turn and shot from David Ngog, was that.
Liverpool's poise and guile deserted them, their domination of possession, their territorial advantage all but complete, but their threat dampened to hopeful long-shots and the flurry of set pieces from the deflections that ensued. 40,000 Anfield sat subdued, but definitely not surprised.
40,450 at Anfield sat subdued, but definitely not surprised.
Such shortcomings have hamstrung Liverpool for much of the campaign; aside from the spell at the end of last season when they swept aside all in their path, for much of the last two years. Teams who travel to Old Trafford, or the Emirates, or Stamford Bridge and, increasingly, Eastlands and White Hart
Lane intent only on defending, they are simply holding back the tide. At Anfield, there is no reason a well-drilled, focused outfit cannot stay afloat for as long as they like.
Indeed, for much of the second period, too, Unirea looked more comfortable still.
Gerrard, doing his best to grasp the game by the scruff of the neck, headed limply wide, this time from a Carragher cross, and Arlauskis did well to save a stinging drive from Fabio Aurelio, an hour or so after he had previously been called into decisive action.
Martin Skrtel and Fabio Aurelio went close, too, the former with a powerful header, the latter a stinging drive. Many inside Anfield, though, were starting to lose hope when Ryan Babel's deep cross picked out the young striker Dani Pacheco, who teed up Ngog from close range. Embarrassment averted. Just.