Cool Hardie delivers shock of decade to seal Pilgrims' progress

And on this whistle, unleash chaos.

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Nobody really knows how Plymouth Argyle managed to survive those nine minutes of injury time at the end, when hearts were pounding and nerves were shredding and it felt like not just Conor Hazard's goal, not just Home Park, but Plymouth itself, was under siege.

Just as nobody had really seen this coming: the team rooted to the foot of the Championship, hosting perhaps the best team in the world right now, and sending them to the canvas. Ryan Hardie's penalty early in the second half was the difference between the sides, and even then nobody really believed. But as those nine minutes ticked away, one of the greatest shocks in the modern history of the FA Cup felt agonisingly close and agonisingly elusive all at once.

And then the chaos. Home Park lifted off its hinges, a roar that carried all the way across the Riviera, a mess of limbs and lungs, memories that will last a lifetime. Callum Wright, the winger from Huyton who grew up on the same Bluebell Estate as Steven Gerrard, looked overcome with emotion. On the touchline, Arne Slot shook the hand of Miron Muslic, the man who had just orchestrated this unlikeliest of underdog triumphs.

For Slot and his players there will be pressing questions to answer in the coming days, questions about selection and application, a weakened lineup that should have got the job done. Instead Liverpool played like exactly what they were: a side that had barely played together before.

For a team basically built on chemistry, understanding instincts honed and shared, this is a bigger problem than it would be somewhere else.