Clash of Touch Line Titans… Conte v Klopp: The battle line is drawn.

“Am. I. Ready?”… You probably have to earnestly ask yourself this question as you would be at the mercy of two of the Premier league’s most animated managers — Chelsea’s very stylish Italian boss Antonio Conte and German born tactician Jurgen Klopp, all the way from Merseyside — bound by one stadium, separated at arms length — on one touch line.

If ever you had a wish to kick start the weekend, on the back of a hectic week, you’d genuinely light candles and render prayers in the hope of having none stop entertainment to shake off the week’s stress.

Luckily, you don’t have to light any candles, because the football gods know what you want before you even ask. Now, it’s being offered to you as a gift wrapped up with Co-nte and Klopp, presented by Stam-ford Bridge. However, the odds on that pack exploding before you open it are 10/10. That in itself vaguely encapsulates both men’s personalities and their approach to football — explosive, precipitous and aggressive.

Naturally, the Premier league is enriched by high intensity football, howbeit, Messrs. Antonio Conte and Jurgen Klopp are taking it to an all new level with some choreography. Infectious is their passion that, the symptoms are quite visibly manifested in their players who relentlessly cover every blade of grass with such blurring industry and admirable hunger to do more of thesame. You absolutely need players with a certain degree of loyalty and commitment to stick to the strict demands of this energy sapping brand of football week-in-week out — a real testament to the exemplary man management skills borne by both Italian and German coaches.

Chelsea and Liverpool have experienced managerial upheaval’s that saw the appointments of Conte and Klopp, with the former into his debut campaign, whilst the latter is undergoing his first full season after taking the reigns at Anfield in just over 3 months into the start of last season (he sure knows quite a bit about this fixture and Stamford bridge; in which he tasted his first victory in the Premier league, in a 3–1 thriller against the Blues).

As a consequence, the clubs are going through some revolution, rooted in very similar footballing philosophi-cal approaches: Press high up the pitch, win the ball back as fast as you can, open up opponents with a dazzling range of passes, break them down — goal.

When tables are turned, and they have to defend, as painless as it is to cut them open, so to it might well be laborious to dismember them. A 50/50 situation (though on their day, they have no eaqual); It’s in these moments you see the Beasts and Angels in Conte and Klopp blown out in equal measure.

Over time, my thoughts have been consumed by the itching desire to have stats of the miles traversed by coaches without a stop button on the sidelines.

More to the point, always had special interest in the amount of ground covered by both Conte and Klopp during each game (by my rough estimation, from mere observation, it is certainly more than the miles the grounds men shade per working day) as they hold you spellbound with every stride and gesticulation, barking instructions in sheer emotion.

Conte and Klopp are purely cult brothers. They live by the same code of passion: unimaginable levels of untainted emotion- living every second of the game with each facial expression and mannerism taking random swings, unconsciously synchronized with the action.

The magnitude of the game counts for nothing, in so far as it’s a game, they’re gamed — highlighted in their taste and fashion; Antonio conventionally dolls up in suit and tie whereas Jurgen is seldom seen out of a track suit. But, you wouldn’t tell the difference once the game’s underway.

To be candid, there’s this irresistible temptation to think their touch line gimmicks, which is a sight to behold, would somehow overshadow what we all would be staying up all night to watch — eleven players kick it out for 3 points.

There’s a strong feeling the upbeat duo would try not to only cancel out each other on the turf with identical tactics over the course of 90 minutes, but in the dog out; they’d be striving in effortless fashion to out do each other — the joy of every match day director and the delight of most commentators — priceless television moments.

It’s an added spice, a welcomed distraction especially when the contest hits a lifeless note.

Take one; There’d be a smile in the beginning, a friendly shake of hands and a hug to go with it like old pals lost in time.

It’d be all fun until the whistle goes.

Take two; enemies for over an hour and 30 minute’s. There are chances of a few war of words shot at each other. It may spill onto the pitch, paths would be crossed; the fourth official would predictably have to do more than what he’s paid for. Perhaps, not more than he had bargained for, as he certainly must be aware of the characters he’s been charged to tame.

And after the game is concluded, they’d retake one, part like nothing ever happened in two.

Chelsea up against rivals Liverpool is primed to be a very exciting affair, with match ups in every shape and form.

It may end in a share of the spoils, or a win for the home side, or maybe 3 points for the traveling scousers to take back home. But, one thing’s for sure; there’d be goals, and loads of goals and drama too! — entertain-ment guaranteed.

The game has the potential of being more about the gaffers than the game itself — it’s just in their nature to (unintentionally) steal the show.

Are. You. Ready!?

The touch line at Stamford Bridge would considerably be too small to contain the fire works Conte and Klopp are destined to produce.