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I speak 2 languages, used to be 3 until I "forgot" Russian. My mother has spoken 5 in her lifetime. (Oh.. and just to keep up the pretence of your being an Arab: you know, mothers, those people who in your part of the world need to know their place, and be kept in their place) And the only mental rehabilitation issue I need to focus on is my inexplicable insistence on engaging with you on here. Can't help it though, it's fun.... Waiting for the inevitable.

I must say - for an Arab - you have an especially good command of subtle, sarcastic English idiom usage. Do you work in the "western" corporate/academic world down there (in law perhaps... I used to spar with someone who used to claim to be a lawyer on here)... or are you just an incredibly quick learner since you first came out of your tent and stained this place barely six months ago?

This game was Klopp personified. He rode his luck, and looked like he was doing all the wrong things around the Trent/Virgil situation. He took a big risk. On the very off-chance of a big, oversized emotional reward. I think "emotion" is the best way to keep pace with City... you're not going to do it any other way - the wall of financial reality simply doesn't allow it. And that's the Klopp way. Slingshots vs ICBMs. Let's hope this result, just somehow, creates a (new "mentality") monster.

A Saudi hooker who once specialised in manual shandies?

You get that - with threats of having your hand, head or clit cut off.

In fairness, Stig would have the back of a black snake with a festered arse - but only if you held its head.

No, I think I'll stay and wait for you to tire... ... or flounce. (fyi, that's a bit of a technical "Western" term, probably not oft-used among you and your Bedouin brethren from Whitby, who keep Dracula hours.) And it will happen. Always does.

Yes, I know... nothing surer, sadly.

Sorry I'll miss it. I'm off skiing in the desert.

The Guardian. QED.

And instilling and fostering character is something a manager is in charge of too, of course, not just tactics.

And to think Shilton is even mentioned in the same breath. RIP Clem, more like.

Van Dijk, pictured, shortly after his fatal tackle on vulnerable Newcastle forward.

Have been hearing plenty post-match why that was a red card for van Dijk. "The attacker's next touch takes him in on goal and therefore it's a goalscoring opportunity..." So, we're assuming his next touch would have been a good one, and he would have been in on goal? But he never took that touch, and was instead brought down by a slightly mis-timed tackle attempt. Very very fucking unlucky, Virgil there I reckon. A red card, seemingly, based on assumptions. That's the way I'd be arguing it in an "appeal".

Salah probably misses out in the main stories of the match, but completely pivotal role in both goals.

Ali and Darwin together there in that MOTM presentation. Heart-warming. Simple as that.

It needed something - something pretty big - to overcome and even overwhelm my indifference to and disillusionment with football. That just might have been it.

Indeed. And dare I say, Jurgen Knows.

Yep. He was and did. And was a superbly deserving runner-up to Man-of-the-match Nunez.

Fantastic substitutions. Fantastic MOTM Nunez. Fantastic Jota. Fantastic character. Fantastic mentality. Fantastic season defining excellence perhaps. Well done, Jurgen. Well done, Reds.

Fucking remarkably brilliant. Well done, Nunez. Well done, Reds. Fabulous second half. Just fabulous.

Lovely strike. And no less than we deserved. Nicely done, lads.

Mine's mostly in the "beard". And I'm thin on top. And as thick as pig shit.

I only come here for the "Jurgen Knows".

Perhaps he's just been thick all along.