The wind whipped hard outside Liverpool’s training ground today. Whether it’s the type capable of blowing a man out of a door remains to be seen.
Shortly before 3pm, a little early perhaps to get the whole thing out of the way, the man trying to walk through a storm ambled into a room with his hands in his pockets and sat down.
There was a half-smile of recognition from Arne Slot. Not particularly for those in the room but more because he knew what they were about to deliver. More questions. More ways of talking about the same painful subject.