Pure Theatre, modern art.

Football. What can we say?

Tonights Chelsea-Liverpool thriller was one of those once in a generation games, where the memories last a lifetime, and ensure that the traditions and power of football remain forever.

Such games should be classed as modern art.

Plays, films, music are too frequently lauded for their artistic merit and impact. Can any pre-scripted material possibly come close to matching the dramas and emotion that live sport provides?

There are many aspects of the game that can numb the love. Between such encounters come barren periods of over-hyped garbage.

The volume of games and coverage brought to our screens has saturated the market, and even the constant, incessant glorification of the sport cannot inspire players to produce the amount of quality promised by the media.

Encounters between these two teams have been notoriously drab. All too aligned with the negative aspects of football. "Shit on a tick" to keep up Jorge Valdano's art analogy. Tonight was a true footballing classic.

Past tussles have generally fallen into the over-hyped garbage category. Usually central to the plot was a certain Jose Mourinho, who is said to be missed by the English media.

Is he? Who's actually missed him over this tie? And missed what? All the talking took place on the pitch. Where it belongs.

Boys the world over grow up and grow an affity with a football, dreaming of being Frank Lampard or Fernando Torres, not Jose Mourinho.

So hats off to what Chelsea and Liverpool have produced over two performances of the best live entertainment you are likely to see.

On and off field histrionics and portrayals of money-mad footballing celebrities do little to promote footballers as role models.

However, the application of talent, dedication and desire of these individuals to elevate themselves to the top of their profession is too frequently overlooked as a reference of inspiration to the nations kids.

Bad news sells. Sex sells. Stories of dogging and WAGs carry more miles than tales of low-carb diets and early nights before a match.

The match was a classic and deserves to be remembered that way. The fact that such spectacles are few and far between only adds to the appeal once they arrive.

These games fuel the fire of the global brand. Unfortunately now the piece will be flogged to death. Recycled, advertised, commercialised, sensationalised.

Unfortunate but inevitable. Inevitable because few arts can replicate the pure theatre of this beautiful game.