I can't look at this picture without imagining a cat toy hanging from Klopp's hand, like a toy mouse or a wand. It's not time to gloat yet, but I think there is a lot of poetic justice in this; with Mou setting up his team exactly how he did in the Gerrard slip game, down to the small detail of a young defender making his debut – but this time instead of apocalyptic battle of good vs evil, passion vs cynicism, Liverpool just brushed them aside on a way to another more or less routine victory. Even the Lady Luck was on our side, which made Mourinho even more sour.

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