I play in my (ex)schools staff 5 a side week very Friday. 3 of the players are rs (a cockney, 1 from the home counties and a yank).
Ever since Clopp, they all shout the same thing as soon as the opposition have possession
"Press!"
It's the only time any of them are vocal in the game (other than the usual match micky taking). It's the only footballing thing they say, like it's some kind of religious mantra.
They try telling me to press and I turn back and kindly point out that I'm nearly fifty fricking two, I remember how football can be played before the press, and the only press I'm interested in is the semi decomposed remains if the pressed grape.
Utter blerts.