Make no mistake, this was sensational win however what we got from Liverpool was wasn’t the White Album. It was ‘Live At The Star Club’ dross.
Waiting for Premier League sides to get into action means downtime for both supporters and the players themselves who take time out to the best casino online offers while football managers get their act together.
Ordinarily when a manager is reluctant to praise the opposition there’s a fair amount of face saving underway, but Klopp wasn’t politicking after the game.
He stood there reeling off a litany of depressing bungles and inadequacies, peppered with sighs, moody pauses and deep drawn breaths.
“First half it’s unbelievably easy to defend before Harry (Kane) has the ball. Second goal. All analysis, all what we knew before the game, it was clear: Tottenham will play in situations like this. It was 100% clear.
“We have to protect all our offensive things which we do, we overlap in the situation. Usually we know Dejan would make a header, he misses the ball.”
“Third goal, another present,” the last word laced with meaning. A present; a gift. “We have the ball, lose it, free kick, make the foul. It’s a free kick nowhere, it was nothing, we make the header in the middle and no one to the second ball. It was obvious.
“Fourth one, just happened like it was today, we had chances but you cannot get results with performance like today, against a team like Tottenham. We weren’t. That’s my responsibility.”
Klopp has been hoist by his own whatsis name here.
LFC consists of a squad of players that are fundamentally all wrap and no gift. From the outside there appears far too much emphasis on hoping to hang on to one or two players who are supposed to be too good for the club; these ‘superstars’ are then surrounded by padding.
I don’t see any esprit de corps and I don’t see any coherence. Their goal difference column is like reading a suicide note.
Halfhearted vanity and no genuine commitment to the cause. If one instance summed up where Liverpool are right now, it was the introduction of Daniel Sturridge on the 77th minute.
Not good enough to warrant a starting berth, yet so utterly delusional to move with the majesty of megastar removing multiple rosaries from his intricately tattooed skin.
Liverpool suck badly because it’s self inflicted. The ‘pity me’ routine just got shut down. Live on TV.