Liverpool Football Club. Seven wins from seven, sitting five points clear.

Saturday was Liverpool’s first trip to Bramall Lane in 13 years, so for many young match-goers like myself it was my first trip there with the Reds.

A chance to tick off another ground – 23 in total for myself so far.

These 12:30pm kickoffs, where do you start with them?

Personally, I loathe them. Anyone who has been reading these articles for the last few weeks will be aware that I am a diehard fan of a 5:30pm start.

At 12:30pm on a Saturday I should be sat at home with a bacon cob and a coffee, watching the unfortunate fans who have been selected to make the hard slog to the lunchtime game.

But Saturday was slightly different. I had been counting down the days until the trip to Bramall Lane since the fixtures had come out in June. It didn’t disappoint.

It was nine o’clock on Saturday morning and following our football team had led us to being on a Northern Rail train, drinking pint cans of Stella.

The less glamorous side of football!

Once in Sheffield, we found a boss little pub right up from the station called The Globe, which was great. Reds supporters seemed to all find their way to this place ahead of kickoff.

The choice of drink was Carling, surprisingly well priced, £2.80 a pint. After last week’s trauma of £5 a pint in London, it was nice to receive some change from a note.

As the drinking continued and the atmosphere built in the pub, the sky opened as we made our way to the ground. Thank god the shorts had been left at home – I can’t see them being used for the foreseeable future.

Bramall Lane is a proper football ground. It’s worth noting that it is the oldest professional ground in the world still to be hosting professional games.

Four long stands, many burger vans around the ground – it was nice to see a stadium that hadn’t been attacked by 21st century commercialisation.

Liverpool had a frustrating afternoon on their first trip to Sheffield United in over a decade, with Chris Wilder’s men making the Reds dig deep.

They worked their way into great positions but were unable to take their chances.

Dean Henderson’s gift sent the traveling fans into paradise. The let-off was incredible.

Lads and girls falling rows, as their heroes on the pitch take them closer to eternal glory each week. Each second is one nearer to greatness.

It was arguably Liverpool’s poorest league game of the season, but as I said after last week, it’s the gritty 1-0 wins away from home that give you champions’ status. It’s these victories that will help see you over the line in May.

I grew up in an era where Alex Ferguson’s Manchester United side seemed to do this every single week, every year on the bounce.

It was horrible to watch. They would get one chance and take it. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing your club win like that.

As the referee blew for full-time on Saturday, the traveling Kop was euphoric. Seven Premier League wins in a row this season.

Liverpool teams of the recent past would have drawn or even lost that game, but the way the current crop weathered the storm at times in Sheffield says a great deal about the mentality Jurgen Klopp has instilled.

There is no nicer feeling walking away with three points when you haven’t merited them at all, but that’s football, and with each passing week Liverpool look more and more like champions.

Nothing is won in September, but the foundations of a successful season are certainly set so early on.

After the match it was back The Globe for a few rounds, to celebrate yet another win. Liverpool had done it again – different weekend, same result.

Sixteen Premier League wins on the bounce. Thirty-one to go this season.

Up the Reds.