I like Jurgen Klopp. I like his German accent where vowels waltz with consonants in a choreographed cacophony. And that smile. Those gleaming sentinels of the oral citadel that harbour each lustrous grin. Sadly and in many cases, heartbreakingly, Liverpool supporters are preparing themselves for that period of funereal grief that will arrive come the end of the season. Maybe the tempest of sorrow shrouded in a cloak of desolation might be tempered by the club lifting the Premier League title for a record equalling twentieth occasion.
CAN HE DERAIL CITY ONE MORE TIME?
As Jurgen Klopp commences the time honoured ritual of clearing out his desk for his eventual successor he is the one manager who can assert through that wide Colgate crusted, ivory smile that only his Liverpool have been able to find the answer to that often repeated refrain, ‘Who can stop Manchester City.’ Indeed without that dark cloak of the umbral spectre which resides in the Eithad Stadium, Klopp would probably have at least another three premier league titles to add to his tally. His team has achieved ninety-two plus points in three of the past five campaigns. That he has but one title to show for it emphasises just how high City continue to
