Let's talk about six, baby. Let's talk about you and me. Let's talk about all the good things and all the bad things there may be. Let's talk about six.

It's been a week since Liverpool became the Champions of Europe for the 6th time. Supporters of rival clubs are almost certainly sick of hearing about it at this point but not me.

I have spent the last 7 days away from home on holiday with my family and most of that time has consisted of me singing Liverpool songs on repeat. I can't get enough of it.

A match-going home game supporter, I didn't have a ticket for the final in Madrid. Nevertheless, I traveled the familiar route to Liverpool last Saturday to watch the final with fellow Reds at a BOSS Night event.

Since the final ended, numerous people have told me that it was a boring game to watch as a neutral. In truth, I can't remember much of it other than the goals and the celebrations.

As I stood in a dilapidated theater surrounded by fellow Reds, I couldn't believe my eyes as Salah converted a penalty for Liverpool in the first minute or so of the game. Screams of joy erupted and our lungs burned as increasingly familiar red smoke was thrust into the air by Liverpool's pyromaniacs. I was in absolute bliss.

Nevertheless, anxiousness quickly returned as I'd been burned too many times in recent years to feel confident that we'd go on to win it. For many years, I've joked that Rafa Benitez sold the club's soul in order for Liverpool to win the Champions League against AC Milan back in 2005.

Of course, we've won a few things since then but Liverpool fans have had to put up with being almost-men for the most part. In 2008/09, a wonderful Liverpool team filled with stars such as Torres, Gerrard, Alonso, Mascherano, and Reina were beaten to the Premier League finish line by Manchester United. In 2013/14, Brendan Rodgers' side had to settle for 2nd place after a cruel slip by Gerrard ended our hopes and dreams.

Klopp's Liverpool team has progressed massively over the last few years but we have still had our share of frustrating times. We lost a League Cup to Manchester City on penalties, lost a Europa League final to Sevilla, lost a Champions League final to Real Madrid following calamitous errors from Karius, and had to settle for 2nd place again in the Premier League this season after losing just 1 game and finishing on 97 points.

"We're cursed!" is something I've screamed numerous times over the last few years. Surely something terrible was going to happen against Tottenham in this Champions League final to deny us yet another potential trophy?

Not this time.

As I said, the game was a blur but I don't recall ever being too concerned about Tottenham scoring against us.

And then it happened. Divock Origi took control of events and smashed the ball into Tottenham's goal just before the end of the game.

I couldn't believe it. "He's fucking done it!" I screamed. "He's won us the European Cup!".

Red smoke.

Beer everywhere.

Strangers embracing.

Endless singing and chanting.

Champions.

But what does it all mean for the future of Liverpool Football Club? Well, there has been a feeling that Liverpool simply needed to become a team that got itself over the line. The idea here is that the floodgates could potentially open now that this is a team full of European Cup winners.

Manchester City are no doubt the team that Liverpool will need to get past in order to fulfill this prophecy but it feels like the curse could finally be lifted.

Whether or not we go on to win things next season, I am incredibly proud of this team, this manager, this club.

As for Tottenham, what an opponent. Their supporters have been gracious in defeat and there was no desire to rub it in their faces. Us Liverpool supporters know how it feels to lose in a final and it really sucks.

Congratulations to Tottenham. Although you're hurting now, you achieved something that the big money spenders couldn't do. What a manager they have.

Up the European Cup winning Reds. Six times.