In the past 10 months or so, as the whole world spiraled into the it’s unknown future, I personally went through many episodes of uncertainty with my job and with my family members (Dad being far away from us in this pandemic). I was almost willing to somehow see into the

future and get some comfort that everything will be fine. I slowly got used to it and have managed to feel more secure as we grew into this new norm.
Meanwhile, what was not so uncertain was Liverpool Football Club playing and winning games beautifully.

Even more certain was that Klopp was and still is our manager rightfully fighting for us (the supporter) all the time. With that beard and those spectacles, I found some comfort while navigating through the uncertainties of the pandemic.

Today, after 5 games of not scoring, and finally losing to a team like Burnley in the most unspectacular possible, that certainty and comfort that Liverpool FC gave me is shaken. Klopp remains the constant here. Still fighting for us, teeth gritted and all.

And today, I find myself again, willing so hard to see the future in any clues and hopes online, reading articles and tweets to somehow tell me that we will find our way out someway or another. That faith that we can, I can’t seem to find.
I’m working on it. In Klopp, I trust.