Liverpool Fans Demand Slot’s Sacking After Discovering Football Occasionally Involves Losing

Liverpool return to Premier League action this weekend against Nottingham Forest, mired in the relegation zone, eight points adrift of safety.

Wait, no—sorry. That’s not the table; that’s just the emotional state of certain segments of the fanbase.

Because the Reds currently sit eighth, tucked politely behind Manchester United, a situation that surely violates both natural law and the Geneva Conventions.

And after seven losses in the last ten games, a certain portion of the fanbase has decided the only logical solution is to sack Arne Slot immediately, humanely, and preferably mid-press conference.

Let’s establish one thing. Nobody is pretending the last few weeks have been anything other than a horror show. (Play in an endless loop, the enduring image of Phil Babb smashing his crown jewels against the post many an Anfield afternoon ago). It’s one thing seeing Sunderland sitting pretty in fourth; it’s quite another seeing Manchester United perched smugly above us in the lofty heights of seventh. Several United players reportedly continue to suffer vertigo, unaccustomed to not being nearer to the foot of the table.

Which brings us to the #SlotOut movement, an emotional support group for catastrophists waving around “irrefutable evidence”.

“We’ve lost too many games already”: This one is admittedly bulletproof. Liverpool have indeed lost five League games. Five! That’s practically relegation form, assuming you squint, panic, and ignore literally every other data point.

Of all Premier League champions in history, only Blackburn Rovers in 1993/94 lost as many as seven games. Therefore, by current logic, the margin of error is now so microscopic it requires an electron microscope to detect.  Some supporters believe dropping even one more point will cause Bill Shankly to materialise from the clouds and revoke Slot’s parking pass.

There exists, for reasons unfathomable, a passionate subsection of the fanbase who simply believe Liverpool must win every match. All of them. Including friendlies, testimonials, and maybe the school sports day three-legged race. Failure to achieve this perfection? Clear proof the club is collapsing and must be rebuilt from the ashes.

“Slot won the title with Klopp’s team”: A classic. The logic: because Slot inherited Klopp’s squad, last season’s title does not count. Rumour has it that Chris McDowall, Liverpool’s Head Chef, actually masterminded Liverpool’s success while Slot spent most of his time admiring his flowing locks behind closed doors.

If Slot is as incompetent as detractors insist, then by this logic Roy Hodgson could have won the league had he been the man to replace Klopp. Or perhaps one of the tactical geniuses on Twitter would like to give it a go. After all, it apparently does not take much.

Never mind that Slot has introduced new patterns of play and beaten actual Premier League teams; critics insist he is simply cruising on Klopp fumes.

“Slot spent £446m and it’s all gone wrong”: Factually true. Liverpool spent £446m on new players while recouping about £200m in outgoing players. Enough to convince some fans that Michael Edwards, Liverpool’s CEO of Football, was kidnapped and replaced by a man buying players off a wish list created by Football Manager streamers.

Have some signings struggled? Yes.

Has Slot tried using square pegs in round holes? Certainly.

Is this the first time in football history that new signings have not clicked instantly? Shockingly, no.

But to the doom prophets, this does not matter. Isak and Wirtz, generational talents by every metric, are somehow destined to go down in infamy as “the worst signings in club history”, which is impressive, considering El Hadji Diouf once existed.

“Slot is not Klopp: The most irrefutable argument of them all.

Slot is not Klopp.

Klopp is Klopp.

Slot is Slot.

Basic biology.

Yet the #BringBackKlopp ultras insist this alone justifies dismissal. Funnily enough, many of these are the same fans who demanded Klopp’s sacking during the ill-fated 2020/21 season, a title-defending year when Liverpool used so many centre backs that the club briefly considered turning to a hobbling and crotch-crutching Phil Babb.

Klopp, in my estimation, is a better manager than Slot, and the legendary German will always hold a special place in the hearts of all Liverpool fans but there is no scenario – none – in which he returns as manager. Unless someone invents cloning technology, and even then, he would probably take a sabbatical.

If not Slot, then who? Which managerial unicorn guarantees a league title, FA Cup, Champions League, and a thousand goals by May? Erik ten Hag?

Let’s have a moment of perspective. Slot is the fastest Liverpool manager to reach 100 league points (in 48 games, record tied with Sir Kenny Dalglish); 10 Premier League wins (in 12 games); 20 wins in all competitions (in 24 games); and almost certainly, the least hair of any Liverpool title-winning manager.

But sure, sack him.

In comparison, Manchester United have had six managers since Alex Ferguson retired in 2013. In that time, they have collected one Europa League, two FA Cups, and two League Cups. Their crowning achievement in the last decade may actually be a Guiness World Record for Most Severance Packages Delivered in a Premier League Era.

Liverpool, in the same period, won two Premier League titles, one Champions League, one UEFA Super Cup, one FIFA Club World Cup, one FA Cup, and two League Cups.

Why? Because they gave Klopp time to build a dynasty, one Slot might yet expand, assuming he is not flung into the Mersey first.

If we must panic, then fine, but at least wait until May. If Liverpool finish the season without a trophy and 20 points behind the champions…panic away. If the team somehow contrives to finish below Manchester United…unleash the sirens. But until then, maybe let’s not treat every poor result like a meteor strike.

Fun fact: Singapore qualified for their first Asian Cup on merit after beating Hong Kong. The Football Association of Singapore is reportedly preparing to sack interim head coach Gavin Lim in anticipation of losing all three games in 2027 in Saudi Arabia by an aggregate score of 0-15.

Liverpool manager Arne Slot was briefly linked as a replacement for him, until Liverpool fans demanded the immediate sacking of the manager rumoured to be replacing Slot, triggering the pre-emptive sacking of the manager Liverpool have not yet appointed to replace the manager they have not yet sacked.

Slot out? Please. Let’s at least allow the man to finish the season before we declare the collapse of civilisation.

Another Year, Another Bad Guess: Premier League Predictions 2025/26

1.          Liverpool

2.          Arsenal

3.          Man City

4.          Chelsea

5.          Aston Villa

6.          Tottenham

7.          Newcastle

8.          Brighton

9.          Man United

10.        Everton

11.        Nottingham Forrest

12.        Crystal Palace

13.        Fulham

14.        West Ham

15.        Bournemouth

16.        Leeds

17.        Brentford

18.        Wolves

19.        Burnley

20.        Sunderland

This prediction was made before the start of the 2025/26 season and with two rounds of matches, I am already looking as clueless as Ruben Amorim tinkering with his tactics board while League Two Grimsby Town knocked his hapless Manchester United team out of the League Cup.

For context, I had an accuracy rate of 15% (3 out of 20) predicting my final table for season 2024/25 (no, I didn’t have Liverpool as champions, the shame), which, frankly, is comparable to Amorim’s 24%-win rate in the Premier League.

Hey Glazers, looking for a new manager?

But I digress. Here are some early observations of the fledgling Premier League season:

Can Arne Slot’s side be the first Liverpool team since 1984 to successfully defend the title?

Seven goals scored, two wins out of two. All is rosy in our quest to retain the league title, or is it?

After conceding 32 goals in 34 games, before shipping nine in the final four games after the title has been won, letting two-goal leads slip in our two games so far has been galling.

With the huge influx of new players coming into the team, it is bound to take time for the likes of Milos Kerkez and Jeremie Frimpong to get used to the Liverpool system. While Frimpong is currently injured after a promising start against Crystal Palace in the Community Shield, Kerkez has begun his Liverpool career in stuttering fashion and was particularly poor against Newcastle, not least in allowing Bruno Guimaraes a free header to kickstart Newcastle’s comeback. (It is not a WWE ring, Milos. Just head the bloody ball away instead of trying to outmuscle your man)

It has not helped that for one reason or another, Ryan Gravenberch and Alexis McAllister have not played together this season. Without the pair, Wirtz has been marooned – it is almost as if someone left him staring at Amorim’s tactics board, trying to figure out where to go. Beyond that, the rest of Slot’s rotations have only underlined one truth: this is still a midfield searching for balance.

The big worry for me so far, however, has been Ibrahima Konate’s abysmal early-season form.

For all the progress made last season in establishing himself as Liverpool’s defensive lynchpin alongside the imperious Virgil van Dijk, the Frenchman has looked like a comical amalgamation of Phil Babb and Harry Maguire: Clumsy, lumbering, and conspicuous by a complete lack of positional awareness. At times, you half expect him to defend with a blindfold on just to see if it makes any difference.

Even with these teething problems, I am still staking my chips on Liverpool’s 21st league title, because nothing would be more poetic than knocking Alex Ferguson’s perch gag into history for good.

By the time the transfer window slams shut on September 1, Liverpool’s ranks could be further bolstered by the additions of Marc Guehi and a certain Alexander Isak. There is also the inevitability of Florian Wirtz growing into his role as the creative fulcrum of the side, although work remains for Arne Slot to find the correct balance to unleash an elite talent.

Arsenal remains the side most likely to run the Reds closest, a summer splurge of their own headlined by the addition of Victor Gyokeres. Whether the Swede is the answer to Arsenal’s supposedly goalscoring woes will go a long way to determining if the Gunners will finally shed their tag of bridesmaid, as well as Bukayo Saka’s increasingly fragile hamstrings, which shiver in fright every time Mikel Arteta signs in exasperation.

The rest of the division represents slim pickings when it comes to potential title challengers. Manchester City will undoubtedly go on a long unbeaten run at some point of the season, but the continued absence of a prime Rodri marshalling City’s midfield may once again leave Pep Guardiola playing catchup to Liverpool and Arsenal in the latter half of the season.

Chelsea? Between Enzo Maresca trying to remember the names of his new players and Todd Boehly spending another 500 million pounds in the January transfer window to buy an entirely new team, the Blues will finish comfortably in fourth place, without really troubling the leading pack.

What about Tottenham, the only one of three teams left with a 100% record in the division? Let us not kid ourselves, it is Tottenham.

Who will do a “Nottingham Forest” this season?

To highlight my complete ineptitude, I had Forest scrapping relegation by the skin of their teeth last season, with a 17th place finish. Instead, Forest finished a scarcely believable 7th and will compete in this season’s Europa League.

So, can Forest duplicate last season’s success? While a raft of impressive late-window signings has raised optimism around the City Ground, Forest’s “promotion” to the Europa League due to frankly uncomprehensible co-ownership rules, may leave them struggling to scale last season’s heights.

(Crystal Palace rejoice: You have a better chance of winning the Europa Conference League anyway. Just ask Chelsea, who won that tournament last season with a predominantly second team, who staggered about the pitch in shock of getting game time, yet won comfortably against the likes of the mighty FC Noah)

Looking at my prediction table, it would appear that Tottenham is the answer, having risen from 17th to 6th, the biggest predicted jump of any team. While Tottenham will not be anyway near the title race, let us not gloss over Tottenham’s abysmal season last time out with that improbable triumph in the Europa League. With the squad at Thomas Frank’s disposal, even with Champions League football, 6th should be a more than reasonable expectation for Spurs to finish in.

Over at the Amex Stadium, the attractive football on display makes Brighton a sentimental favourite, yet there is a sneaking feeling that the inexperience and sometimes technical naivety of the league’s youngest ever manager (which means Fabian Hurzeler will soon be on the radar of Manchester United, as they look to destroy the burgeoning career of another young manager) means that while Brighton will continue to impress in spurts, they may finish a distant 8th behind the chasing pack.

Everton then, is my vote for the surprise package of the season. The wily old fox, David Moyes, is back to build on a hugely encouraging second half of last season, aided by a raft of clever midfield signings. Jack Grealish, in particular, looks like a transformational signing that could finally propel Everton into the higher echelon of the Premier League. 10th surely, is the very bare minimum for the Toffees this season.

Another secret weapon up Moyes’ sleeves could be the splendidly named Hill Dickinson stadium, where you suspect Everton will win more than lose. That is more than can be said of Old Trafford, which lately sounds more like the Hill Dic-isn’t stadium.

Just how low can Manchester United sink this season?

Speaking of Manchester United; even for a Liverpool supporter, it is starting to get embarrassing.

Last season saw the Old Trafford side finished 15th with 42 points – their lowest league position for 35 years and the fewest points in a top-flight season since they were last relegated from the top flight in 1973-74.

Cue anther spending spree close to 200 million pounds to secure three forwards – Matheus Cunha, Bryan Mbeumo, and Benjamin Sesko. Three games into the season, the holy trinity has scored the grand total of one goal (Mbeumo in the dismal draw against Grimsby Town in the League Cup), and Manchester United continue to look like they would struggle to win the S-League if invited to compete in Singapore.

The image of Amorim fiddling with his tactics board while his team looked distinctly mediocre against a League Two club is damning. While he continues to stare at his tactics board like it’s a Rubik’s cube he refuses to solve, his players wander the pitch in existential confusion. Old Trafford now feels less like a stadium and more like an expensive simulator for hapless managers.

With no European football of any kind this season, the expectation is for Manchester United to push for Champions League qualification next season. Instead, United fans are staring down the barrel of the gun with the prospect of their 7th permanent manager in 12 years since Alex Ferguson retired.

Amorim looks like a man who does not want to be where he is, surrounded by players he does not trust and who do not trust him. A parting of the ways seems inevitable.

And so, I offer my unreserved apologies – again – to United supporters. Last season I predicted 7th; they finished 15th. This season, they might just scrap 9th, or something even more tragically symbolic. Come this weekend, if they do not beat Burnley at Old Trafford, I expect to have them in a full-blown relegation dogfight.

And so, begins another Premier League season, where Liverpool defend their crown, United defend their confusion, and the rest of us defend our sanity.