My nephew supports this lot and, to be fair to him (and he's a semi-pro coach himself, it may or may not be worth pointing out), he never could stand Klopp, pretty much from the day he arrived.
It was bad enough that he set his team's up to force mistakes, live off the scraps and no thought given to anything more (which he always ranted about) but it's also the stunts that the guy has resorted to - sitting on his own for the penalty shoot-out (so they'd all come running to him in the event of a victory, the nephew reckons), the celebratory nonsense after the WBA draw and - the most absolutely irredeemable faux pas, in the lad's book - hamming it up that time on Monday Night Football, when he hadn't won a sausage in the English League.
We were talking, in company, about all of this in the pub on Sunday and he got savaged by some of the clowns around us for, once again, daring to criticise the Messiah. He can't be a proper Liverpool fan if he talks like that, apparently. Also, he knows nothing about football, if that's what he thinks. (Did I mention that he played League of Ireland, in his day, too - it hardly matters but still...).
Mind you, he was the only non-City fan in the place to agree (grimly, it must be said) that not only would he expect any of his players to be red-carded for Mane's high boot but (brace yourself!) Liverpool had had their arse handed to them, the day before, too. So, clearly, he'd never make it as a Sky TV pundit, either.
