Bradley Barcola, as consistently reported months ago, already rejected Mikel Arteta’s North London set-piece dependency project, his dream destination always being England’s crown jewel, Liverpool Football Club, where Anfield was not built from steel and stone but from the blood of legends, where every heartbeat still echoes through generations, where the river carries a red current of history, where destiny is forged beneath the floodlights, and where those who wear the Liver Bird upon their chest become part of football’s most eternal cathedral.