Brian Reade's Top 10 Anfield games

Anfield has played host to many memorable clashes over the years as the Reds have entertained - and beaten - many of Europe's premier clubs.

With so many unforgettable occasions to choose from how do you even begin to compile a top ten list?

That's the challenge we set for Daily Mirror journalist and lifelong Liverpool supporter Brian Reade. Do you agree or disagree with his list? Have a read through his selections and then add your comments at the foot of the article.

10) 4-0 v LEICESTER, September 1968. (League)

The day I fell head-over-heels for a blonde bombshell. We needed something young and special up-front alongside the ageing Roger Hunt, and Shankly, like many of us had decided it wasn't Tony Hateley. But Alun Evans looked the part. The first £100,000 teenager was signed from Wolves and thrown straight into his League debut. Within 12 minutes we were 4-0 up against our 60s bogey team. One of those goals a superb swivel and drive from Evans. Next week we won 6-0 at Wolves with Evans scoring twice. I was convinced we'd signed a blonde Pele. I was wrong.

9) 4-0 v REAL MADRID. March 2009. (Champions League)

Never has a week that didn't include lifting a trophy brought so much pleasure. It wasn't simply putting four past Real, then four past United, it was the way we tore them apart. The Spaniards had made noises before the first-leg that Liverpool would be brushed aside, and despite us taking a lead back from the Bernabeu, they believed their "history" would be enough to see them through. The last time they'd been that wrong was believing Michael Owen was a Galactico. A red tide swamped them from the off. They were lambs caught in headlights which lead them to a slaughter. If it filled us Kopites with pride, imagine what it felt like for Torres, as the lifelong Atletico ran them ragged and scored in front of their baiting fans.

8) 2-0 v ROMA. March 2002. (Champions League)

The most emotional Anfield night since St Etienne. Gerard Houllier returned from his sick bed to a blanket of love from the Kop and a generation of young Liverpudlians finally knew what it felt like to be four games away from a European Cup final. Electrified by the atmosphere, the players went at a decent Roma side like a train, Danny Murphy winning a penalty after just seven minutes, and Jari Litmanen burying it. Emile Heskey scored probably his greatest goal in a red shirt, a towering thump of a header, and the Kop sang them through to the end. Europe's big clubs were beginning to remember our name again.

7) 5-0 v NOTTS FOREST. April 1988. (League)

No season served up tastier fayre than 1987-88 and Forest at home was the icing on the most delicious of cakes. A stupendous team performance against a very good Brian Clough side who we'd just beaten in the FA Cup semi-final, and who would finish third as we cruised towards our 17th title. If you were ever in doubt how good Peter Beardsley was, get a copy of the video of this game which the BBC rushed out within days, and drool. On it you'll hear this quote from Shankly's all-time hero Tom Finney: "It was the finest exhibition I've seen the whole time I've played and watched the game. You couldn't see it bettered anywhere, not even in Brazil."

6) 3-1 v OLYMPIAKOS, December 2004. (Champions League)

Two goals needed at the start became three by half-time. We looked dead and buried. I looked at the subs bench to see who could supplement our one-man Baros attack. These were the options: Henchoz, Warnock, Josemi, Diao, Sinama-Pongolle, Mellor. Who could blame Rivaldo's boys for believing they were home-and-hosed. But this was the season of second-half miracles and Pongolle and Mellor both came on to do the business. St Etienne was in the air again as the clock ticked toward the 87th minute and the ball made its way towards Gerrard's boot and then into folklore. You beauty.

5) 3-0 v BORUSSIA MOENCHENGLADBACH, May 1973. (UEFA Cup Final)

The first major cup final many (any?) of us could remember at Anfield and it was a cracker. We'd all turned up the night before but it was abandoned due to torrential rain, so they let us back in the following night. More importantly the half-hour that was played let Shankly in on a tactical insight. The Germans were poor in the air. So he dropped Brian Hall, started with John Toshack and England's newly-crowned champions blew Gunter Netzer, Berti Vogts and Co. away. Kevin Keegan was dynamite, torturing them with Toshack's knock-downs. He scored two and missed a penalty in a 15 minute first-half spell. In the second-half Larry Lloyd headed a third, Ray Clemence made a stunning penalty save and our first European trophy was more-or-less in the bag.

4) 2-0 v LEEDS, April 1973. (League)

We'd waited seven years to win a trophy and here we were in touching distance of the League title. We still needed a point at home to Leicester five days later to get Shankly picking scarfs up from the Kop goalmouth, but that was surely a formality. I remember walking past The Arkles on the way home, hearing a plum BBC accent on someone's transistor radio saying "Liverpool are surely once again the champions of England." And I was breathless with joy. Peter Cormack and fittingly Kevin Keegan did the damage with second-half goals in front of The Kop. It was the sweetest of moments knowing Shankly's second great team was being born. Burying Leeds, who were far and away our biggest rivals back then, made it even sweeter.

3) 3-2 v EVERTON 3-2, November 1970. (League)

My first day of teenagerdom brought promotion from Anfield Road End to the Kop. Everton were League champions, we were half-way through six years of re-building, and with only a quarter of the match left they were cruising at 2-0. Then magic happened. Steve Heighway tore the backside off his full-back and let one rip inside the near post. He did it again six minutes later, this time crossing for John Toshack to plant one in the top corner. With five minutes to go and pandemonium still rampant on the Kop, Chris Lawler volleyed the winner. I was sucked under, dragged 20 yards towards the Kemlyn Road, and eventually walked home to Huyton minus bus fare and one patent-leather Chelsea boot. I could get used to this teenager lark.

2) 3-1 v ST ETIENNE, March 1977. (European Cup quarter-final)

For those of us who missed out in '65, we finally had a European night to compare with Inter Milan. Gates shut an hour before kick-off. Belief laced with a nagging fear. If this decent French side (who'd been in last year's European Cup Final) scored, we'd need three. Were we capable? With 20 minutes left, and needing to score twice, doubts kicked in. Cue Bob Paisley ordering them to go for the jugular. Ray Kennedy obliged to make it 2-1. And then again, with six minutes to go he lifted a ball into the path of super-sub. Time stood still. So did the French defence. Fairclough leapt like a salmon, and 26,000 of us Kopites were sucked towards the rustling net by a giant Hoover of emotion. And further down the road to Rome.

1) 1-0 v CHELSEA, April 2005. (Champions League semi-final)

I'd have loved Shankly to have been present on this night because Anfield, not just the Kop, proved beyond all doubt his 12th Man claim. The entire ground started bouncing 20 minutes before kick-off and didn't stop until 20 minutes after the final whistle. It had to. We were up against a team that was 33 points ahead of us in the League, and unquestionably our superior, who felt Istanbul was their destiny. And we held out. With Djimi Traore in defence. Seeing the faces on teenagers as our victory hymn was sung, all of whom had been bored rigid by European Cup Final tales from smug old gits like me, brought a tear to the eye. They had finally crossed the history line and joined us. Yes Jose. Crossed the line.