Klopp didn't believe in overloading his players with long pre-match speeches. They knew what was at stake. They knew the battle that awaited them. His job wasn't to complicate things but to remind them of the details that would make the difference.
His sharp gaze scanned the room, lingering on each player for a fraction of a second. Then, in his usual no-nonsense tone, he began.
"Alright, lads. You already know how big this game is. But don't make it bigger in your heads than it needs to be. It's still football. Eleven against eleven. Just another step in our journey."
He took a deep breath, his voice steady but commanding.
"Stick to the structure. Stay disciplined in the 4-3-3. Our press is our biggest weapon—but only if we do it together. That means intensity. That means commitment. If one of us presses and the others don't, they will cut through us. City are too good to let us get away with that."
His eyes flicked toward Henderson, Fabinho, and Zachary.
