Jurgen Klopp is slouching in a chair in a room overlooking the plush, bright green pitches at Liverpool’s Kirkby training base. He is laid back in a casual adidas tracksuit, reflecting on what he calls a ‘super special story’ of how he fell in love with the club and the city.
He is happy to recall the glorious nights and the days where, in his own words, he felt like he ‘had a stroke’ such was the weight of disappointment. He relishes the chance to aim a couple of tongue-in-cheek jibes at broadcasters, referees and ‘that f***er’ Thibaut Courtois.