After what he did against Tottenham you think I’ll ever start him again in any crucial match, I have a reputation im trying to keep here in Liverpool and just one Player cant just come and ruin what I’ve done here!” Those were the words of Liverpool Coach Arne Slot to a Player who is said to be ruining games for the team. At this Junction he should just look for a small club to join maybe he would perform better cause Liverpool is too big for him.

It had been a challenging week for Liverpool’s manager, Arne Slot. Following a devastating loss to Tottenham, the scrutiny was intense, with much of the criticism directed at one player—Maximilian “Max” Rieder.
Once regarded as a prodigy and a cornerstone of Liverpool’s future, Max’s recent displays had been nothing short of disastrous. His poor decisions, glaring errors, and apparent lack of effort had put the team’s title hopes in serious jeopardy.
In his office, surrounded by mementos of Liverpool’s rich legacy, Arne sat silently, his eyes fixed on the tactical board in front of him.
The quiet was broken by the sound of the door opening. Max entered hesitantly, his expression a mix of determination and unease. He was bracing himself for what he knew would be a difficult conversation.
“Take a seat, Max,” Arne said, not looking up from his desk.
Max complied, struggling to steady his nerves. His confidence, once unshakable, had been eroded by weeks of subpar performances. He felt like he was balancing on the edge of a knife.
After an agonizing silence, Arne finally turned to face him. His expression was cold, his disappointment evident. “After your performance against Tottenham,” he began, his tone sharp but controlled, “do you honestly think I can trust you in another crucial match? My credibility here at Liverpool is at stake, and I can’t let one player jeopardize everything I’ve built.”
Max’s heart sank. He had been aware of his shortcomings, but hearing them laid out so plainly was like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t just about a bad game—it was about his entire future at the club, a future he had dreamed of since he was a child.
“You were on the field, Max,” Arne continued, now pacing the room. “But instead of playing with the intelligence and passion this team is known for, you became a liability.
I’ve given you chances—more than most—but against Tottenham, you let us all down. I can’t afford for that to happen again, not with everything we have on the line.”
Max wanted to respond, to explain the effort he was putting into turning things around, but he found himself at a loss for words. Arne wasn’t the kind of manager who tolerated excuses, and Max knew his performances had eroded the trust that once existed between them.
Arne leaned forward, his gaze piercing. “This isn’t about you, Max. It’s about the team, about the legacy of this club. If you can’t deliver, you’ll need to find somewhere else to do it.”
Max felt the weight of those words settle on his shoulders. He realized just how precarious his position had become. Opportunities like the one he had at Liverpool were rare, and he was dangerously close to throwing it all away.
“I’ll fix this,” Max said at last, his voice barely above a whisper but firm. “I’ll work harder. I’ll make it right.”
Arne’s expression didn’t soften. “I hope you do. But until you prove it on the pitch, I can’t take any more chances. Remember—no player is irreplaceable.”
As Max left the office, Arne’s words echoed in his mind. Walking toward the locker room, he questioned whether he could win back the trust he had lost. Could he fight his way back into the team? Or had his miss
teps already sealed his fate?