Who believes in a sausage sandwich?

The sports friend and star chef Vincent Klink once asked me that with a view to self-optimization of top and other athletes.

Unheard delivered answer: Nobody!

Nobody cares about a sausage sandwich.

It has to be power gel.

How do I get sausage bread?

Well, I used to dream that Jürgen Klopp won again with the Reds, with Liverpool, the 20th cup or so this season, and that in the end, as always, he rushed to the losing coach to give him the to shake hands.

And believe it or not, the losing coach looked like Vincent Klink and when his name popped up in the dream it said Mister Wurstbrot.

I have to admit that when I was at university I plagued myself for a semester with Freud's dream interpretations.

Since then, nothing that crosses my mind while I'm asleep surprises me anymore.

Now it was probably like this: Who believes in a sausage sandwich?

The question Klink put to me at the time had wormed its way into football on the losing side and Klopp had stopped by.

The English magazine "The New European" recently dedicated a cover story to the German coach with the thesis that his talents were wasted in football and that he should go into English politics, where there are so many sausage sandwiches.

Klopp in politics, that seemed a number too big for some, with all due respect for this charismatic man-catcher.

But it's worth a try.

In any case, I'm one of those people who trust him with everything.

I don't doubt for a moment that he can move mountains.

Why am I so sure?

Well, it's been many years since, as a reporter, I narrowly missed out on two promotions to the Bundesliga with Mainz 05 and coach Klopp, although "close" isn't quite right, "heartbreaking" is more appropriate.

At Union Berlin, in Braunschweig, all dreams burst twice on the last day of the game, a pile of shards remained.

After each terrible night, Klopp set about putting the shredded puzzle back together: players, club, fans, the whole city.

I sat with him at dozens of press conferences at the time.

And I left pretty much every one with the feeling that I can't kick the ball, but that doesn't matter: if Klopp replaces me on Saturday against Egalwen, then I'll run for my life and I'll score the decisive goal.

Pure will, pure motivation.

That's how it was in Mainz.

It will be no different in Liverpool.

Who believes in a sausage sandwich?

To another coach?

Not me.

It must be Klopp.

Otherwise I stay on the press bench.

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