Jürgen Klopp on Jamal Musiala:
"We didn’t speak on the phone. I sent him a voice message. He doesn’t know me at all and doesn’t have my number. I think if I had called him, he wouldn’t have answered for three days because he wouldn’t have recognized my number. He responded to the message. He’s in a situation that you wouldn’t wish on anyone, especially not a young guy like him. But everything should turn out fine, everyone agrees on that. I reassured him that this wouldn’t have any impact on the national team. That’s all I can do for him. Vincent Kompany confirmed to me that he was in incredible shape. After the metal plate and screws were removed, he was back to his old self, or even better. Now this has happened for the reasons we know.
What’s important now is that he is given the necessary time, and that he gives himself that time as well. Young players normally don’t have any problems, apart from becoming impatient, and of course you can’t afford to be impatient during a phase like this. He’s at the perfect club, in the perfect environment for that, and we also want to do our part. And we’re telling him: 'Son, first get healthy, and then the door is open for you'"
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"TOP OF THE MORNING." As he sang THE VICTORY SONG, ONE BY ONE, his enemies fell off.
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All the while they’ve been eating off your bread. Now you’re even more empty than before hoping for something tangible.
You’ve become addicted to breadcrumbs.
Now they don’t even need to deceive you anymore. You give it freely.
You’re taken on the new identity of breadcrumb lover.