It's not just OTT, it's OTT Grade - A Premium.
He's a football manager who happens to be leaving a club, probably going on to manage another club somewhere else.
Something football managers have been doing almost every day since time began: it's a transient profession, you inbred, self-serving scousers. Did you think he was going to stay there until he died? He's going to finish the job, get in his car and fuck off home, considerably wealthier than he was before he turned up at Anfield.
There is not going to be the melodic voices of a Heavenly choir serenading him as he ascends to the clouds to meet up with the rest of the Gods. Angels will not be majestically swooping down from some celestial Promised Land to guide him along the way to where his gold-encrusted throne awaits him.
Snap out of it: you drooling, overwrought, melodramatic morons. You won your Asterisk Trophy by outspending everyone, playing Fat Sam hoofball and falling over in your opponents' penalty areas as often as you could.
And that gurning cheerleader's antagonistic and quarrelsome nature has done nothing to repair your utterly dreadful reputation, quite the reverse - there are now many many more people who have turned their backs on your vile club because of that deranged German.
And you dipper fans want to celebrate this?