Klopps to Leave at the End of the Season
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Lol. Fergie chose Moyes.
Klopp has made it clear he had no part in the selection of Slot.
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It should be cringe, but it’s actually wholesome.
Does anyone else think there would be a huge market for the replica trophy collection Klopp received?
When even cunts like you ...
"Despite the rivalry that was only on the pitch, you are one of the best managers I have ever seen. May God bless your journey."
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"Despite the rivalry that was only on the pitch, you are one of the best managers I have ever seen. May God bless your journey."
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I thought it was quite the opposite of what Ferguson did, in every aspect possible.
The guy was perfect for us, I hope he does well wherever go goes. We were the lucky ones to have him.
Jürgen Klopp’s Liverpool rescued the league from brand-busting monotony
Barney Ronay
Barney Ronay
No manager has combined heart and soul with details and hard maths like the German, no wonder he has run out of energy
Sat 18 May 2024 20.00 BST
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“I am, how can I say it, running out of energy.” It is, in its own way, the saddest of managerial farewells. Not to mention the most decisive. This is Jürgen Klopp’s thing. He’s an energy source. He’s joules, watts, volts, catalytic reactions. His energy is his energy, both in the tactical pattern of his teams and as a sustained feat of personality.
Throughout the Klopp elegies of the past few weeks, the deep-dives and unpeelings, the endless daily Klopp-trap, it is striking how little that decision has been questioned. The idea of an energy-free-Klopp is just so final, like José Mourinho telling you he’s run out of toxic bile, or Pep Guardiola confessing that, actually, he’s starting to find detailed positional strategy a little samey and humdrum these days. Jürgen is tired. And when that happens, it really is time to go.
Trent Alexander-Arnold celebrates Liverpool’s stunning 4-0 victory over Barcelona in May 2019.
Baggies to Barcelona: 10 standout moments of Klopp’s Liverpool reign
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As Liverpool’s manager prepares to take charge of his 491st and final match against Wolves on Sunday, a club tally that puts him behind only Bob Paisley, Bill Shankly and Tom Watson, the youngest of whom was born in 1919, the lasting memory of his time is that sense of heat and light.
Energy was the key note of the first of those games in October 2015, a bruising 0-0 draw at Tottenham memorable for the sight of a newly Klopp-ified Adam Lallana haring around like a man being chased by a swarm of bees.
It was present even before his arrival, in the whispers and the chat. There was something proselytizing and revivalist about the coming of Klopp. Winter is over. The crocuses are thrusting through the snow. Aslan is here, flaring his mane, baring his teeth, hugging people in a tracksuit.
Klopp’s energy was expressed in his basic physicality, a manager who always seemed to be running off somewhere very important, eyes boggled, clawing the air, cuffing, clapping, pointing, everybody’s mad dad. It was key to his best teams, the gegenpressing in attack, the way midfield and full backs moved the ball constantly to exhaust and overwhelm opponents.
Jürgen Klopp lifts the Champions League trophy in 2019.
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Jürgen Klopp lifts the Champions League trophy in 2019. Photograph: Armando França/AP
It was there in the very raw and personal connection with the club and the city. It always seemed odd Liverpool’s owners felt the need to go through a Moneyball-ish, data-driven process to land on Klopp in the first place. At the time he was already the most-wanted young-ish manager in Europe. Mainly, there was just that very obvious emotional fit, the left-leaning collectivism, the “whole club” warmth at a place that has always adored its benevolent patriarchs.
Klopp re-geared and updated the idea of the manager as an overarching figure, emotional armature for an entire institution, at a time when feelings and connections and warmth are key to that most vital of things: the product. In the end, that cinematic slightly cartoonish energy – there he goes, the snow king, Father Christmas, a very happy and clever golden retriever who has learned to walk on his hind legs – was Klopp’s greatest gift to the Premier League too. Just imagine the place without him in that time.
It’s necessary to deal with the numbers. And his numbers have already been raked over and divvied up by unsympathetic voices, understandably so given the media fawn-athon of his departure. So let’s clear this up. It is possible to argue Klopp has underachieved, that a record of one league title and one Champions League in eight full seasons is out of all proportion to his reputation. But that relatively meagre haul is also key to his story.
Klopp’s Liverpool have twice finished one point behind Manchester City and have twice lost in Champions League finals to Real Madrid. City were already a champion team when Klopp arrived (Liverpool were in the Europa League, drifting in the post-Rodgers void). Over the next eight years, City hired the greatest manager of the modern age and spent twice as much as Liverpool, net, a total of £400m more on new players.
City are perhaps the greatest, most annihilatingly metronomic footballing entity to be created in England. Chuck in the fact they’re also facing 115 Premier League financial charges. This is the team Klopp lost to by a single point twice. It takes an impressively single-issue degree of tribalism to conclude the story here is his underachievement.
Sustaining a challenge over that period was a serious feat of management. More than this, it also rescued the Premier League from a state of brand-busting monotony. Take out Liverpool and City would have won the league every year since 2018 and by huge margins most of the time: 26, 19 points.
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Jürgen Klopp at his first Liverpool game in 2015, with the European Cup in 2019 and showing his affection for club and fans this February.
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The stage was weirdly empty of elite level Premier League teams in that time, before the appearance of Mikel Arteta’s Arsenal. Who exactly is pushing City close here? Ole Gunnar Solskjær’s chummy, beta-version Manchester United. José’s cut-and-paste band of desperadoes. A flailing Chelsea.
This has been Klopp’s added uplift as the league has grown a little colder, with so many elite clubs mismanaged to a comical degree: an injection of sustaining adrenaline at a time when feelings and heat and energy were a pretty premium product.
There were three significant Klopp teams in that time. The first was the most fun and vicious and ragged, Mo Salah season one, a team that was all energy, chaotically open to counterattack, but also open to devouring your full-backs in the opening half-hour.
Klopp had always used intensity as a weapon. His generation of gegenpressers has its roots in the coaching school of south-west of Germany in the 1990s, Helmut Gross and Ralf Rangnick watching their Arrigo Sacchi videos so many times the tape wore out. As a style it has echoes of classic English direct football, the idea of engineered broken play as an attacking tool, of physically overpowering an opponent, seeing those broken moments of transition as an opportunity. It felt pretty Liverpool, too, the workaholic closing down of the golden era, my Ian Rush and Craig Johnston of long ago.
Jürgen Klopp with the Premier League trophy in 2020.
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Jürgen Klopp’s 2020 champions were as visceral a side as the Premier League has seen. Photograph: Phil Noble/Reuters
That team also needed to take a breath. Klopp added steel and patience and more controlled ways of winning, driven by the major signings of Alisson and Virgil van Dijk, in the process creating one of the most visceral teams of the modern age. The transfer fees were huge at the time. But nobody came into that team a ready made star, even if every one of them would have the best time of his career in that period.
The peak moments were the comeback against Barcelona in May 2019, a night that left Lionel Messi in tears, when Anfield become a wild disorientating place, the veil between crowd and players stretched thin, energy flowing freely; and the 4-0 at Leicester on Boxing Day, perfectly balanced and calibrated aggression, a team playing with a kind of light around it.
That team ran itself into the ground A turning point came with Van Dijk’s ligament injury in October 2020. In two years to that point Liverpool won the Champions League, Premier League and Club World Cup. Four years since have brought one FA Cup and two Carabaos.
The third significant team of Klopp’s Liverpool come close to a treble two years ago. In between the lows were startling, and even quite funny at times, moments like the truly dreadful title defence where they really did seem to be held together with rubber bands, when it became clear just what a high-wire act this was. Very good footballers were encouraged to reach out into the far limits of their talent, but also to stretch themselves thin. Everyone needed to be up all the time. Klopp had to be up all the time. The Premier League eats its own. Little wonder he’s tired now.
Nobody else has ever quite combined the folksy old footballing energy, the heart and soul stuff, with the details and the hard maths of elite modern management. What will remain is an unforgettable champion team, as visceral in its single peak year as anything the Premier League has seen; and the imprint, the sensory memory of all that energy.
Barney Ronay
Barney Ronay
No manager has combined heart and soul with details and hard maths like the German, no wonder he has run out of energy
Sat 18 May 2024 20.00 BST
Share
“I am, how can I say it, running out of energy.” It is, in its own way, the saddest of managerial farewells. Not to mention the most decisive. This is Jürgen Klopp’s thing. He’s an energy source. He’s joules, watts, volts, catalytic reactions. His energy is his energy, both in the tactical pattern of his teams and as a sustained feat of personality.
Throughout the Klopp elegies of the past few weeks, the deep-dives and unpeelings, the endless daily Klopp-trap, it is striking how little that decision has been questioned. The idea of an energy-free-Klopp is just so final, like José Mourinho telling you he’s run out of toxic bile, or Pep Guardiola confessing that, actually, he’s starting to find detailed positional strategy a little samey and humdrum these days. Jürgen is tired. And when that happens, it really is time to go.
Trent Alexander-Arnold celebrates Liverpool’s stunning 4-0 victory over Barcelona in May 2019.
Baggies to Barcelona: 10 standout moments of Klopp’s Liverpool reign
Read more
As Liverpool’s manager prepares to take charge of his 491st and final match against Wolves on Sunday, a club tally that puts him behind only Bob Paisley, Bill Shankly and Tom Watson, the youngest of whom was born in 1919, the lasting memory of his time is that sense of heat and light.
Energy was the key note of the first of those games in October 2015, a bruising 0-0 draw at Tottenham memorable for the sight of a newly Klopp-ified Adam Lallana haring around like a man being chased by a swarm of bees.
It was present even before his arrival, in the whispers and the chat. There was something proselytizing and revivalist about the coming of Klopp. Winter is over. The crocuses are thrusting through the snow. Aslan is here, flaring his mane, baring his teeth, hugging people in a tracksuit.
Klopp’s energy was expressed in his basic physicality, a manager who always seemed to be running off somewhere very important, eyes boggled, clawing the air, cuffing, clapping, pointing, everybody’s mad dad. It was key to his best teams, the gegenpressing in attack, the way midfield and full backs moved the ball constantly to exhaust and overwhelm opponents.
Jürgen Klopp lifts the Champions League trophy in 2019.
View image in fullscreen
Jürgen Klopp lifts the Champions League trophy in 2019. Photograph: Armando França/AP
It was there in the very raw and personal connection with the club and the city. It always seemed odd Liverpool’s owners felt the need to go through a Moneyball-ish, data-driven process to land on Klopp in the first place. At the time he was already the most-wanted young-ish manager in Europe. Mainly, there was just that very obvious emotional fit, the left-leaning collectivism, the “whole club” warmth at a place that has always adored its benevolent patriarchs.
Klopp re-geared and updated the idea of the manager as an overarching figure, emotional armature for an entire institution, at a time when feelings and connections and warmth are key to that most vital of things: the product. In the end, that cinematic slightly cartoonish energy – there he goes, the snow king, Father Christmas, a very happy and clever golden retriever who has learned to walk on his hind legs – was Klopp’s greatest gift to the Premier League too. Just imagine the place without him in that time.
It’s necessary to deal with the numbers. And his numbers have already been raked over and divvied up by unsympathetic voices, understandably so given the media fawn-athon of his departure. So let’s clear this up. It is possible to argue Klopp has underachieved, that a record of one league title and one Champions League in eight full seasons is out of all proportion to his reputation. But that relatively meagre haul is also key to his story.
Klopp’s Liverpool have twice finished one point behind Manchester City and have twice lost in Champions League finals to Real Madrid. City were already a champion team when Klopp arrived (Liverpool were in the Europa League, drifting in the post-Rodgers void). Over the next eight years, City hired the greatest manager of the modern age and spent twice as much as Liverpool, net, a total of £400m more on new players.
City are perhaps the greatest, most annihilatingly metronomic footballing entity to be created in England. Chuck in the fact they’re also facing 115 Premier League financial charges. This is the team Klopp lost to by a single point twice. It takes an impressively single-issue degree of tribalism to conclude the story here is his underachievement.
Sustaining a challenge over that period was a serious feat of management. More than this, it also rescued the Premier League from a state of brand-busting monotony. Take out Liverpool and City would have won the league every year since 2018 and by huge margins most of the time: 26, 19 points.
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Jürgen Klopp at his first Liverpool game in 2015, with the European Cup in 2019 and showing his affection for club and fans this February.
‘We get punched hard, get up and go again’: Jürgen Klopp on love, leadership and Liverpool
Read more
The stage was weirdly empty of elite level Premier League teams in that time, before the appearance of Mikel Arteta’s Arsenal. Who exactly is pushing City close here? Ole Gunnar Solskjær’s chummy, beta-version Manchester United. José’s cut-and-paste band of desperadoes. A flailing Chelsea.
This has been Klopp’s added uplift as the league has grown a little colder, with so many elite clubs mismanaged to a comical degree: an injection of sustaining adrenaline at a time when feelings and heat and energy were a pretty premium product.
There were three significant Klopp teams in that time. The first was the most fun and vicious and ragged, Mo Salah season one, a team that was all energy, chaotically open to counterattack, but also open to devouring your full-backs in the opening half-hour.
Klopp had always used intensity as a weapon. His generation of gegenpressers has its roots in the coaching school of south-west of Germany in the 1990s, Helmut Gross and Ralf Rangnick watching their Arrigo Sacchi videos so many times the tape wore out. As a style it has echoes of classic English direct football, the idea of engineered broken play as an attacking tool, of physically overpowering an opponent, seeing those broken moments of transition as an opportunity. It felt pretty Liverpool, too, the workaholic closing down of the golden era, my Ian Rush and Craig Johnston of long ago.
Jürgen Klopp with the Premier League trophy in 2020.
View image in fullscreen
Jürgen Klopp’s 2020 champions were as visceral a side as the Premier League has seen. Photograph: Phil Noble/Reuters
That team also needed to take a breath. Klopp added steel and patience and more controlled ways of winning, driven by the major signings of Alisson and Virgil van Dijk, in the process creating one of the most visceral teams of the modern age. The transfer fees were huge at the time. But nobody came into that team a ready made star, even if every one of them would have the best time of his career in that period.
The peak moments were the comeback against Barcelona in May 2019, a night that left Lionel Messi in tears, when Anfield become a wild disorientating place, the veil between crowd and players stretched thin, energy flowing freely; and the 4-0 at Leicester on Boxing Day, perfectly balanced and calibrated aggression, a team playing with a kind of light around it.
That team ran itself into the ground A turning point came with Van Dijk’s ligament injury in October 2020. In two years to that point Liverpool won the Champions League, Premier League and Club World Cup. Four years since have brought one FA Cup and two Carabaos.
The third significant team of Klopp’s Liverpool come close to a treble two years ago. In between the lows were startling, and even quite funny at times, moments like the truly dreadful title defence where they really did seem to be held together with rubber bands, when it became clear just what a high-wire act this was. Very good footballers were encouraged to reach out into the far limits of their talent, but also to stretch themselves thin. Everyone needed to be up all the time. Klopp had to be up all the time. The Premier League eats its own. Little wonder he’s tired now.
Nobody else has ever quite combined the folksy old footballing energy, the heart and soul stuff, with the details and the hard maths of elite modern management. What will remain is an unforgettable champion team, as visceral in its single peak year as anything the Premier League has seen; and the imprint, the sensory memory of all that energy.
Dicks love Cunts and Jurgen wasn't a Dick
Where in Turkey? We’re planning ac trip next month to Turkey and Greece.
Don't forget the new lean mean tummy tuck machine that I'll be
Kind of in the middle between alanya and Antalya.
Like it?
2nd time we've been, different times of year though. Weather's nice now, but august it was hot as sin. Lovely all in all, but we're not the explorer type (I'm very dull), but I think it's a decent place
Ah OK. We are trhe explorer types so we thought we'd start in Istanbul and then hire a car to drive to Cappadocia and back but still looking for other places to make the route interesting. Before taking a flight/ferry to Greece.
Cant beleive that he said that, must have had a drink with him while he was around at Everton.
But will Edwards resign if Klopp comes back ?
In that hypothetical situation, I can see Klopp trusting them more. He’s exhausted and needs to leave certain jobs to other people. He may also look back and reflect that our best signings were those where they worked together.
Let Arne have a go for 3 years and let's see where we are as a club.
In that time it will give Kloppo time to recharge his batteries and hopefully Pep will have fucked off for a break himself at around that time. And we'll either keep Arne, if he's doing well, or make the call to Jurgen, if he's not.
In that time it will give Kloppo time to recharge his batteries and hopefully Pep will have fucked off for a break himself at around that time. And we'll either keep Arne, if he's doing well, or make the call to Jurgen, if he's not.
I knew you were the explorer type so didn't want to hype up my own laziness too much
Sounds a very exciting trip that I could never be arsed with!
I can not imagine Arne Slot dancing in that video, no matter how hard i try.
It's be like a Theresa May experience.
That’s what happens when you retire (I heard)!
David Beckham: “Even as a Man United fan I love Jurgen. I love his character, his personality, and what he brings to the sport.
“I am going to get killed by some of my Man United mates, I am sad to see him leave. What he’s done for the club and the sport has been incredible.”
[SmartLess]
“I am going to get killed by some of my Man United mates, I am sad to see him leave. What he’s done for the club and the sport has been incredible.”
[SmartLess]
Beckham and Smart Less seems quite apt.
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