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"Our transfer budget is sufficient."

After saying that, Klopp's gaze settled on the top of the tactics board.

On the forward line, Coutinho's name had been circled in red.

"There's one more thing I need to make clear to you." Klopp's voice carried a hint of regret.

"Filipe Coutinho has also submitted a transfer request."

Kravietz frowned. "Where does he want to go?"

"Barcelona," Klopp said casually.

He had not expected it either. Who knew what had gotten into the guy's head? Messi was already preparing to pack up and leave, yet he was still eager to go there.

What was wrong with Liverpool?

They had money, players, and results now.

Still, since the player wanted to leave himself, Klopp did not feel like saying much.

At this Liverpool, in Klopp's eyes, aside from Chen Anno, it did not matter who left.

"Salah, Egypt's winger at Roma. He played for Chelsea before. He's fast, strong at cutting inside and finishing, and he's in his prime."

"With him, our wing attack will rise to another level."

He paused, the tip of his pen hovering over the paper.

"We also need someone for rotation. Shaqiri from Stoke City, and Mahrez from Leicester City...

We need to secure at least one of them.

Assess them separately and give me a conclusion."

Kravietz and Thomas Muller exchanged a glance and nodded.

Klopp leaned back in his chair, looking at the tactics board before him.

Some names had been newly added, while others had been removed.

Alisson, Achraf, Theo, Keita, Salah...

If everything went smoothly, the squad's depth would be even greater than last season.

He turned to look out the window. The training ground outside was already shrouded in night.

He knew next season would be difficult.

Because Liverpool had to defend the throne.