Incredible scenes in downtown Liverpool as thousands of Reds party in the early morning

Liverpool is the best city in the world.

We already knew it.

Still, there are times when it's really special. And yesterday was one of them.

The nightlife of the city is famous around the world – but last night was unlike any other.

Following another victory that will be etched in the history of an already historic club, thousands of Reds supporters have dispersed into the downtown core, splitting into groups and organizing events. spontaneous holidays.

From North John Street to Church Street to Hanover Street, the night was an intoxicating badtail of Anfield hymns, fireworks and dreams come true.

The air was heavy with smoke, flares seemed to emerge from everywhere – usually held high by New Balance shirts in red shirts. The Redmen men sat on the shoulders of their best friends, strangers, who could muster their forces.

You would be dazzled by the light bulb of a press photographer then become the glow of a freshly lit torch.

The flags were waved well above the crowds and the scarves were twisted while the Chorus of Go, go, come on, is the soundtrack of two incredible years of football in the Champions League, screaming of a congregation in l & # 39; other.

A group of Dutch fans from Amsterdam asked to be photographed with the statues of Sir John and Cecil Moores outside Primark. Newcastle aliens stopped in the street after being recognized from the bus.

Hen parties were making their way through the crowd, pbadionate Reds drinking in the atmosphere, others trying to stay together while they were wondering at larger celebrations than the day the bigger of the bride.

Car horns sounded as fans flocked from the waterfront exhibition grounds, where thousands of people watched the finale on a larger screen than a mansion, on the other side of Strand and in the city.

There, they threatened to disappear in the streets of Liverpool ONE, the choice of avenues filtering the groups in different directions.

But they would meet in spontaneous gatherings in random places.

Hundreds of people started to sing in front of Forever 21. A drummer came out of nowhere. People fought to film in front of any camera, regardless of the viewer. I am the happiest. No me!

At Central Station, fans abandoned the last train to go home and preferred to hold a party in front of Sainsbury's. More flags, more scarves, more Go, go, go.

Hanover Street was taken over – as was the case a few hours before the kickoff, when so many fans filled so much of the downtown area that a bunch of roads had to be closed to traffic.

There, the lightning flashes illuminated the sky, the air filled with the taste of burning and the sound of love letters addressed to Mo Salah, Gini Wijnaldum and all the other heroes who had written their names in the Anfield folklore.

Everyone was smiling. The policemen laughed with the fans who laughed with the tourists who laughed with the locals. Everyone was smiling. Everybody was happy.

At 12:30, it was raining, at 1am, it was raining.

Yet fans continued to roam the streets, congratulating each other, posing for selfies that would take hours to load on social media and sharing the magic of owning Big Ears for the sixth time.

Spirits are not wet by the rain – how could they be? The only thing that was challenged by last night's weather was the fire of the few torches that still need to be lit at 1am.