He came. He scored (of course). He wandered off to a round of applause. The visit of CR7 to L4 was always likely to bring with it a sense of event glamour, if only for the rarity value of an appearance by the winner of what is now called the Ballon d’Or on English soil, and more specifically at Anfield itself. In 23 years since the creation of the Fifa world player gong, Cristiano Ronaldo was the first incumbent world No1 to play here.  He did not disappoint either, on a night that had started well enough for Liverpool, their high tempo, high-pressing game hurrying the European champions at times in the first 20 minutes, with Raheem Sterling looking potent in his drifting No10 role. At which point: enter Ronaldo.  As Liverpool pressed hard in midfield Ronaldo simply waited – he is a good waiter – for Toni Kroos and Isco to assert themselves, drifting inside and producing a superbly executed goal that would effectively decide the game. A quick exchange of passes with Karim Benzema ended with James Rodríguez wafting a brilliantly-crafted pass not just into Ronaldo’s path, but calibrated perfectly into his stride as he ran beyond a square defence. The finish was also sublime: a precious little dink on the run across Simon Mignolet, all the more striking as a moment of decisive stillness on what had been, up until that point, a relentlessly energetic night.  After which Liverpool looked in danger of being overrun at times as Madrid asserted their champion qualities: the brilliantly swift passing, the adhesive touch of every player in white, and Kroos’s regal sense of command in possession. It was from the German’s cross that Benzema produced a fine neck-twisting header to make it 2-0. Which became 3-0 by half-time as Benzema scored again, on a night when his bullocking presence was in complete contrast to another meek and sluggish showing by Liverpool’s own poster boy attacker Mario Balotelli.  At half-time Balotelli was booed off by a section of the home fans, and then caught on camera swapping his shirt with Pepe: a moment of pure thoughtlessness from a player in a team 3-0 down at home and in the process of being swatted magisterially aside. Oh, Mario. Why … well, you know the rest. Balotelli didn’t appear again after half-time. “We needed a wee bit more movement centrally,” Rodgers explained afterwards, with killing understatement. It was a case of managerial euthanasia.  Ronaldo, by contrast was clapped generously by Liverpool’s support as he left the pitch with 20 minutes remaining, while even his delayed entrance for the warm-ups at the start had carried a certain A-list theatricality, with a gloved wave to the crowd and a high-stepping gambol about the turf. On a familiarly boisterous night at this corrugated noise funnel of a stadium his first touch after five seconds drew boos and then cheers as he was shunted to the ground by Jordan Henderson.  There is a kind of goal-porn thrill to the various C-Ron scoring stats doing the rounds – Liverpool have 17 goals this season; Ronaldo now has 20 – but beyond this there is also a delicious kind of grandeur to his movements around the pitch. One early leap, hang and nod-down above Glenn Johnson had jaws dropping in the stands. Moments later he skipped past Johnson on the outside for the first time, then took the ball and went inside him to take a low skimming shot at goal. Later, with Madrid 3-0 up, he beat Martin Skrtel three times in a single meander down the wing, the last with a gratuitous little elástico.  As Liverpool pressed in the second half, Ronaldo contented himself with strolling across the front line, a potent spectator: as was Balotelli by that stage – and there is of course an unflattering comparison to be drawn between two players linked by an unfortunate statistic. Ronaldo has taken more shots at goal this season than any other player in Europe’s top five leagues. Second on the list is Balotelli. Ronaldo has 15 league goals. Balotelli has none.  This is, of course, a little unfair. Ronaldo is in his prime whereas Balotelli is painfully short on confidence. But it also seems to chime with the sense of Balotelli as a kind of anti-Ronaldo, the acme of the modern day Haircut Player. Here is a striker with all the moves, the attitude, the style, but very little right now to counterbalance such flouncing amour-propre. Whereas Ronaldo can strut as much as he likes, a player who is in many ways an ideal professional, a man of Roy Keane-proof dedication, who will ultimately leave football with no corner of his considerable talent left unexplored.  Despite the scoreline this was a night when Anfield could not help but enjoy, just a little, the appearance of this princely world No1 and a champion team with strength in reserve.
Barney Ronay: Cristiano Ronaldo, the incumbent Ballon d’Or winner, gave Anfield a sense of event glamour as CR7 and Real Madrid showed their true class