Jürgen Klopp’s the kind of coach who makes things with people.
I know.
He made me throw up in a trash can at the airport in Düsseldorf, and for that I thank him deeply and sincerely.
As usual it was Jürgen Klopp himself who described it best.
In spring 2011, his Borussia Dortmund won an away derby against Schalke 04. When the team came back to his hometown had thousands of fans waiting for them, kept a spontaneous victory party in the middle of the night.
It was obvious that the players, coaches and fans were heading out on an endless adventure together through the world of football.
Of course, threw himself Klopp himself immediately into the celebration, made himself the life of the party catcher. It was as if he had attained a spiritual nirvana. The day after? Who cared? His teams both played and celebrated as if there was no tomorrow.
– In Dortmund, we often have that kind of emotional climax. And that kind of moment of total and complete happiness – where else can you find that kind? If you’re going to thank you at the end of life and have experienced 20 such moments, then you can look at yourself as a rich and happy man. Perhaps it is enough with fewer than 20.
Self, I do not even at Borussia Dortmund, but when I look back on my own fotbollsliv has yet Jürgen Klopp gave me just a few of those moments that he himself was talking about.
Wanted to see if I could fly
Most notably, I remember the Champions League semifinal in 2013, the home game against Real Madrid.
A homespun Borussia Dortmund ran down resistor completely, Robert Lewandowski scored four goals, Südtribune blew up the sound barrier and self, I felt a euphoric adrenalinvåg just bubbled up inside me.
When the players and fans applauded each other after the final whistle, I wanted to really just throw me out of the läktartaket and see if I could fly.
I just could not go to bed without rattling together my own spontaneous celebration down in the center of Dortmund. The day after? Who cared? I’m no good at capturing the moment and live in a state of mindfulness, but then and there I wanted to stay among the gruvgrå concrete houses and dance Ruhr rumba forever.
The morning after threw up in the trash at the airport in Dusseldorf.
It had to be okay. More than anything, I want a football that feels, a football that concern – and Jürgen Klopp has been better than any other coach in the modern era to create one.
One time, he talked about how he strove after his team would always play as if martial law on the field, another time he compared his family with Arsenal under Arsene Wenger.
– I love him, but his football is like an orchestra performed a tranquil piece. I like heavy metal. I always want it loud.
To the whole thing would work required that everyone – players, fans, board people and for that matter we journalists – indeed purchased a share of Klopp cult.
The requirements were extremely tough, presupposed extreme sacrifices and energy controls that were constantly turned up to eleven.
The thundering steam engine bolted through an increasingly tight and streamlined football world, but afield engine began to seep out sounds that suggested that the boiler was becoming overheated.
gunpowder was over
Stars moved, game model was mapped, the opponents equipped up – and finally it did not help how hard Jürgen Klopp tried to squeeze the accelerator through the floor.
The power was gone, gunpowder end.
Borussia Dortmund hacked and coughed and in danger of collapsing completely.
Klopp would not Klopp if he left his club in the relegation zone, but after he led them out of the worst results storm has now descended a kind of tired silence over Westfalen Stadium.
The moment has also Jürgen Klopp made the decision to step down.
The adventure was not infinite.
It took them all the way to Wembley and the Champions League final, it gave them both league and cup titles – but now it’s over.
Borussia Dortmund is obviously greater than his trainer and Südtribune will rumble again on Saturday, but the man who roared above all others will no longer be there.
– Bambule, Randale – Dortmund hat die Schale, hooted a wild-eyed Klopp during one of those magical victory celebrations. Chaos, riots and mästarskölden Borussia Dortmund.
He has never been that much of reverence and etiquette, but he took a bunch of greenhorns osnutna and stormed right into football’s finest ballrooms.
Things thrown over and turned upside down, before the youth league pilfered for himself some of the finest crystal trophies and disappeared.
I am sincerely grateful that I got to go along and see it happen.
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