Graeme Souness and Kenny Dalglish sit in silence for a split-second.

One is incredulous, frowning in familiar fashion.

The other wears a smirk as broad as the stand they rechristened in his honour.

“Can you remember,” asks Souness carefully. “Where you were when…”

Dalglish: “Yep.”

Silence.

“I’ve not asked the question yet,” scowls Souness.

“Yeah, but I know what you’re going to say,” shrugs Kenny.

“Can you remember where you were… when Liverpool won the European Cup in 1977?”

“Yep,” fires back Dalglish, rocking smugly in his seat, eyes widening with mischief.

More silence.

So begins When We Were Kings, LFCTV’s fascinating trip down memory lane with two of the club’s greatest ever players.

The hour-long documentary is available to watch for free today when you register with LFC, and will be broadcast on LFCTV at 9pm BST.

Originally aired in the run-up to the 2018 Champions League final against Real Madrid, the film is a throwback to an era when the Reds ruled Europe.

Stripped down to a cross-table conversation between two old teammates, the stories tumble out in all styles; from convivial and comedic to emotive and analytical.

Souness and Dalglish first crossed paths fleetingly as youngsters trialling for Celtic.

The Hoops were one of Europe’s finest teams having won the European Cup under Jock Stein in 1967.

Souness would trek to Parkhead from Edinburgh while Dalglish made the significantly shorter trip to training from his home near to Glasgow’s bustling docklands.

“I was the posh Jock,” says Souness, smirking at his friend.

Dalglish: “You were?”

Souness: “Yeah. Being from Edinburgh.”

Dalglish: “Oh yeah. Definitely. You could see that; you even did your nails when you were only 15.”

Legendary status awaited Dalglish at Celtic.

During nine seasons at the club his wizardry conjured 167 goals in 320 appearances.

Souness’ career took a different path.

Two years at Tottenham Hotspur preceded a switch to Middlesbrough before being reunited with Dalglish at Liverpool, the reigning European champions, in January 1978.

Within months, the gleaming trophy had been retained at Wembley, where the pair combined for the only goal of the European Cup final against Club Brugge.

The celebrations were wild.

“Did I not wake you up in the middle of the night?” asks Souness, reclining in his seat.

“You came to the door, rocking-and-a-rolling,” replies Dalglish. “And you phoned down to reception and you said, ‘Two bottles of champagne.’”

“‘On Mr Dalglish’s room,’ I think I said. What time was this?”

“Half nine in the morning or something. You’d already been to see your mum and dad at 5am.”

“I woke them up with a bottle of champagne,” says Souness, staring into the middle distance with a warm glow on his features. “I showed them my medal.”

In 1981, Liverpool won the European Cup for a third time against Real Madrid in Paris.

Three years later, the Reds were back in the final again. Only this time, they would face AS Roma in Rome.

The bearpit lay in store.

“We're having a pre-match lunch,” begins Souness while Dalglish grins in anticipation, his memory piqued instantly by his old friend’s opening line.

“At the end of the lunch Joe Fagan stood up and he’s tapped his spoon against his glass and has asked, ‘Excuse me boys, can you leave?’ to the waiters.

“And we’re thinking: team meeting? Teamtalk? – which we never did. He stood up and it was obvious very quickly that he was talking to himself.

“He said, ‘Big game tonight’ – that’s true, European Cup final. ‘These must be a good team, they’ve won the league and they’ve got World Cup winners.

“‘They beat some good teams on the way here. Now, make sure you’re not late for the bus that leaves at quarter past five.’ That was it.

“He was talking to himself! ‘Make sure you’re not late for the bus at quarter past five’ – and that was the teamtalk to play a European Cup final.”

It worked.

Amid a cacophony of noise, Liverpool ran out winners in a nail-biting penalty shootout to claim the European Cup for a fourth time.

Souness, who had dominated the Romans in their own domain, emulated Emlyn Hughes at the Stadio Olimpico and hoisted the trophy high.

“How many great players never get within touching distance of that?” he ponders, leaning forward in his chair, motioning to the European Cup perched alongside him.

Voice wavering with emotion, Souness presses on: “We got to touch it three times.”

Silence.

“We did it again and again. Each time it got better and better.

“I would love to go back for – alright, I’ll be greedy – one year. Around about 80-81.”

Silence.

“What a city it was then.”

Tune in to LFCTV at 9pm BST or click here to register with LFC and watch When We Were Kings for free now.