Klopp in his final goodbye message to Liverpool.. to just look at the camera half way through and do one of those dirty, beautiful, dead-loud laughs he does and go, "I'm not going really, you gang of soft twats." and then he signs a 10 year contract.
no man don’t get me wrong I loooove festivals, in a cool way, the only thing I don’t like is feeling even a tiny ounce of discomfort or hunger or cold or worry or tiredness for a single second of my life