It’s May 2016 at St Jakob Park in Basel. The final whistle of the Europa League final is moments away. Not only have Jürgen Klopp’s Liverpool been outplayed by Unai Emery’s Sevilla, a side bursting with energy and power, but the travelling Kop have been comprehensively out-sung by their Spanish counterparts. It is Liverpool’s first European final since Athens in 2007 and the stadium is a sea of red scarves and banners, but for one corner. As the drizzle falls, that corner is the only part of the ground you hear. Again and again, chants of Sevilla, Sevilla, Sevilla echo off the tight terraces tumbling down on to the pitch. Spain’s oldest club – their identity writ large in the lyrics of their anthem – offer constant reminders of who they are, why they are here and what they have come for.