Half an hour later, with the American owner John W Henry having arrived at the ground, Gerrard was outside Anfield’s front door chatting away in his club tracksuit, smiling, joking. Those who know him say this is the real Gerrard, the ordinary man of Liverpool. He is also extraordinary. For Chelsea the greatest danger could be the most familiar. Even if he is settled in his skin, with an extension to his contract just signed and an ambassadorial role promised, Steven Gerrard still conveys two things: Liverpool and desire. (x)