It’s the 95th minute of the Merseyside derby, 0-0. Tensions run high as the supporters in blue whistle towards the referee in-an-attempt to get him to blow for full time. Instead, he gives Liverpool a free kick just inside their own half, the Kop willing on Trent Alexander-Arnold to smash the ball into the box. Goalkeeper Alisson comes forward and taps the ball forward to offer the young right back a better angle for the cross, which is headed away poorly as it lands on Van Dijk’s laces, only for him to mishit the ball and launch it high into the air. Liverpool fans moan collectively as the ball slowly makes its way down towards the pitch again.
Suddenly, something seems odd. The ball is heading straight for the crossbar and Pickford doesn’t look confident. The Everton keeper cannot catch the ball and it bounces twice on the woodwork, comes back onto the green and Divock Origi nods home from less than five yards out. Pandemonium filled with pure ecstasy pours from the majority of Anfield.
Jurgen Klopp goes berserk, he sprints out of his technical area, onto the turf and jumps into the arms of his goalkeeper. He then, almost just as quickly, runs back towards the bench to celebrate with his coaching staff. Some will say that was too much and completely unprofessional, others will say he epitomized what football should be.
It is often argued that there is not as much passion in football nowadays, with fans cut off from players during celebrations, media interviews becoming monotonous and ticket prices leaving some people behind. So, when an employee of a football club displays their absolute joy for their team it can feel unexpected and even unwarranted. Jose Mourinho is the perfect example and victim of this, and Jurgen Klopp is the perfect example of how to get away with it.