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Drive. Authority. Nerve. Know-how. Erdinger. Bravery. Organisation. Skill. Style. I don't ask for much. And so to the final game of a season which looked so promising until about March, when the wheels fell off. Not the farewell tour any of us imagined or wanted, but that's where we are. The day is all about the end of one of the most successful eras in our history, under a brilliant manager whose ethos and charisma carry definite echoes of the man who himself stepped down as manager 50 years ago. Up against the infinite wealth and sheer brazenness of openly playing with a heavily stacked deck, and the tribal and controversy-seeking nature of supporters of other clubs in the modern game willing him and his team to fail despite what it meant for them in the long run, Jurgen Klopp built a side that more than went toe-to-toe with Guardiola's lot, regularly dishing out a bloody nose, twice going agonisingly close to winning the title with points totals that blitzed any winning points totals pre-Abu Dhabi, and once succeeding with a level of dominance and consistency of results never before seen in English football. That 2018 to 2020 side was something seriously special. Mentality monsters that actually won 26 out of 27 league games before Covid kicked in worldwide. Ali, Trent, Big Bird, Virg, Robbo, Fab, Hendo, Gini, Mo, Sadio, Bobby. Ably assisted by valuable contributions from the likes of Joe, Big Game James, Naby (yes really!), Ram Man and Div. What a group of players put together by the manager and the data analysts. Not all individually the best in the world in their positions, but collectively they dovetailed to amazing effect. The impact of the manager simply cannot be understated. He has shown throughout his managerial career that his has the ability to sew a silk purse from a sow's ear, and it's all down to his aura, his charisma and his ability to generate belief and create the desired motivation. He gets players to buy into the collective effort, and still allows them their individual glory. A brilliant manager, but more than that, a fantastic human being. A lot of fans of other clubs have taken the piss out of him and derided his supposed moaning about whatever they want to deem as trivial for banter's sake. But when he talks about wanting things to be better, he's talking about the game as a whole (and often about people's lives in general), not just his little corner of it. I think we might actually see a lot of people now openly comment about how much they actually liked him and wished he was at their club. He takes his teams to a new level, and wants things brough in for the betterment of the game as a whole. And he wants to help lift people's lives. Sounds exactly like some bloke who was around these parts between the 1950s and the 1970s. Last season's game against Wolves was at the beginning of March, and the result was eventually a comfortable 2-0 win for the Reds. Of course we wasted some decent opportunities. Harvey headed well wide when 8 yards out, central, and with the goalkeeper out of the picture. He scuffed another effort that Jose Sa saved when it needed a cleaner contact. We thought we had the opener in the second half when Diogo charged into the box. The ball broke to Darwin who finished the job. Then the VAR jobsworth decided to stick his oar in and get the ref to look at a foul by Diogo. A foul that was the result of a shove by a Wolves defender on Diogo, whose momentum caused him to catch the other Wolves defender. It's like a car driver taking the full insurance hit after being shunted from behind in a multi-car collision. Anyway, we finally got the breakthrough when Virg got on the end of a free kick. He didn't get a clean contact but it forced a full-stretch save from Sa that only cleared the ball to Diogo. He fired it back in and Virg, nearly on the goalline, emphatically buried his header. Minutes later it was 2, as Kostas was found maurading down the left. His ball in was met by Mo's knee and flew past Sa. Nothing much else to say really. It was one of our more comfortable evenings. Anyway, the game on Sunday. Incredibly, this is the 3rd time in 6 seasons that we face Wolves at Anfield on the final day. On the two previous occasions, we've briefly topped the table during the game, only for City's opponents to decide it's not worth the effort and just give up. No chance of anything like that this time round as we are already out of the title picture. This is the "Fucked over by PGMOL" derby, as Gary O'Neil and Wolves have been given the shitty end of the VAR stick repeatedly this season. O'Neil has had touchline bans and been forced to bite his tongue. Jurgen is apparently one game away from a PL touchline ban. Regardless of how the game is going, one kind of hopes he gives the officials a fucking headache. No idea what Wolves will be like or who is or isn't available for them. O'Neil has found a fairly effective attacking set-up with Hwang, Cunha, Sarabia and Neto offering plenty of pace and movement. Ait Nouri has looked like a very good attacking wing back. For us, I'd expect Robbo to be back for this one after his minor injury kept him out of the Villa game. The rest of the available ones should still be available for this one. Though the manager is the main focus, hopefully the players are fully motivated and show the right attitude, motivation and application from first minute to last. And don't turn to shit after the first wave of substitutions of course. Let's get the 3 points in style to see out the Jurgen Klopp era the appropriate way, with the fist pump salute at full chat. I've got a case of Erdinger to toast the big man. Get it done!