In my last editorial towards the end of October, the reds were looking decidedly unclever.! We had just been beaten by Fulham 2-0 and the fans (well, the idiots) were on the phone-ins.

I pointed out the Premiership games facing the reds before Christmas, 9 in all, which I expected a Liverpool team to be aiming for victory in seven of, if Rafa could be judged at improving the side. This was based on the fact these were winnable games.

Since that editorial the reds have not conceded one single solitary goal (or even looked like conceding to be honest), and have moved up to a consolidated third in the league (from pretty much the depths of Everton), won their Champions League group and qualified for the knockout stage. In fact, we have even been debating how many goals Crouch scored in a game?

Rafael Benitez has also had to deal with Djibril Cisse. The Frenchman hasn't played for the reds since he was taken off against Sunderland in a tactical substitution (which went on to win Liverpool the game) and shook his head at the manager in a petulant and decidedly un-Liverpool way. And Rafa - I love it. Rafa is the boss, and everyone knows this. This has left a clear impression on the rest of the players who is running the red machine.

I pretty much thought that the Champions League final last May was going to be the greatest night in my life supporting the reds for well probably decades. But I feel something inside that greater achievements may be ahead. The beginning of any great side is the period where consistency slowly forms, were teams become impregnable. It is the foundation of any footballing dynasty. Shankly knew it, and Benitez knows it.

Whisper it quietly, but I know you're thinking the same thing as me deep down. You're starting to believe again aren't you. You're starting to believe we are a club back on the up. Let's just keep it our secret then, but in the meantime remember:

Form is temporary. Class always is permanent.

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