Thiago was still watching Gökhan Inler when Klopp turned back toward the bench.
"Warm up."
The words hit like a quiet explosion in Thiago's chest. He didn't move at first—just blinked and glanced up to make sure he'd heard right over the roar of the crowd. The stadium lights burned bright overhead, casting long shadows across the pitch that swayed with the movement of players below.
"Now," Klopp added, already facing the pitch again, his sharp eyes tracking Nuri Şahin, whose strides were beginning to lose their snap.
Thiago shot to his feet so fast his knees cracked.
A couple other subs glanced over—Owomoyela with his ever-present ice pack, Zidan stretching his hamstrings—but no one else was moving. It was him. His number.
The Europa League. Signal Iduna Park at night. Under lights so bright they turned the grass electric green.
