The following day, major media outlets all reported on the news that Leo Lin's World Cup–winning jersey had been placed on Liverpool's Wall of Champions. At the same time, the revelation that French tycoon Lando had failed in his attempt to purchase a Liverpool jersey—despite making a hefty offer—left many fans stunned.
Countless Leo Lin supporters liked and commented on the reports, even creating a ripple effect beyond football circles. Many casual onlookers who didn't usually follow football were drawn into the discussion.
"Lando actually offered £300,000 for a jersey, and Leo Lin still refused to sell it? Is that really normal?"
"Of course it is. If he sold it for £300,000, that's all he'd get. That amount isn't a big deal for Leo Lin anymore, but having your jersey hung on Liverpool's Wall of Champions—that's the highest possible honor. It's something countless people dream of!"
Leo Lin, meanwhile, returned to the club to continue preparing for the upcoming fixtures.
November 2nd, the final tactical meeting before the match.
"Lin, could you help me ask Mike when they're going to hang my jersey up too?" Firmino laughed, waving at Leo Lin.
The front three were sitting in the first row, chatting about Leo Lin's jersey being placed on the Wall of Champions, when Klopp pushed the door open, Krawietz following close behind.
"Tomorrow's match against Huddersfield—we're sticking with an attacking approach."
"Focus on wide play and increase the number of cutbacks."
"I want the wingers encouraged to take defenders on one-on-one. If you have a shooting chance, take it. Or play a low ball into Firmino through the middle, or cut it back for Lin arriving late."
"Huddersfield currently have the weakest defense in the Premier League. This is a great opportunity to extend our goal difference."
"I want everyone committing forward. No holding back!"
Whether facing strong opponents or teams with weaker overall strength, Klopp's pre-match instructions and his demands for tactical execution were always delivered with the same intensity. He insisted that every opponent be treated equally and never allowed Liverpool to underestimate anyone.
In truth, Klopp hadn't originally been known as a league specialist—his reputation was built more on cup competitions. But now, facing his old rival Guardiola, if he wanted to win the Premier League title, he had to learn to change himself, to improve, and to become stronger at guiding a team through a long league campaign.
Klopp wasn't just reinventing himself—he also understood the value of learning from Guardiola's strengths. With Krawietz's help, he repeatedly studied the differences in Guardiola's touchline management between league matches and cup competitions, as well as the overall tactical style of Manchester City.
He wanted to incorporate Guardiola's league-oriented approach into his own system, blending it with his existing strengths, so that his ability to manage league football could be taken to another level. Klopp was always learning.
Fans often said that Guardiola put pressure on Klopp in league play, while Klopp returned the pressure in cup competitions. Guardiola studied Klopp's pressing systems, and Klopp learned from Guardiola's control-based philosophy. In doing so, both pushed each other to become better opponents—and better managers.
That was true mutual growth.
November 3rd, Anfield.
The atmosphere was electric. The crowd sang "You'll Never Walk Alone," and the faces of Liverpool supporters were filled with pure joy. Their happiness was simple—ever since kickoff, Liverpool had completely overwhelmed Huddersfield.
Huddersfield began making mistakes almost from the opening whistle, and soon after, goals followed.
"You can see how delighted the Liverpool fans are—after all, they're already two goals ahead, and there's no pressure at all."
"Firmino has scored a brace, with assists from Leo Lin and Salah."
"We're into the 65th minute now, and Liverpool still show no intention of easing off. They continue to press forward aggressively."
Liverpool's attacks came in waves, each one more intense than the last, crashing relentlessly against Huddersfield.
Huddersfield's players were pinned deep inside their own half, unable to even cross the midfield line. Everyone was under immense pressure, suffocating, as if drowning.
Almost every player was forced into defensive duties, yet even so, they still couldn't cover the gaps properly.
74th minute.
"Liverpool's wing play is flowing beautifully!"
"Two-on-two—Arnold gets to the byline!"
"Cutback!"
"Leo Lin arriving!"
"SHOOT!!!"
Huddersfield's defense once again opened up a huge hole.
At the moment Leo Lin struck the ball, there wasn't a single defender anywhere near him.
In a completely uncontested shooting situation like this, any professional player's conversion rate would be terrifying—and for Leo Lin, it meant he could unleash his full power.
Violent aesthetics, on full display once again.
"Bang!"
The shot screamed toward goal like a laser beam, and the Huddersfield goalkeeper had absolutely no chance.
How do you save a shot like that?
You simply don't.