OPINION: Sack Arne Slot Now or Risk Season Implosion
By Tahmid Habib
I’m done pretending that Arne Slot is building anything at Liverpool. I’m done listening to lectures about patience and processes and mythical long-term visions that apparently only Slot can see. I’m done watching the team sleepwalk through games like they’re extras in someone else's documentary. We’ve reached the point where the only logical solution is the one nobody at the club seems brave enough to act on.
Liverpool need to sack Arne Slot. Not eventually. Not at the end of the season. Not when it gets bad. It’s bad now. Right now.
Every match feels like a parody of Liverpool. A slow, cautious, sideways passing parody which has only been further proven by a shambolic display against PSV. You watch them and wonder whether the players have been hypnotised into believing that urgency is illegal. The team that used to tear through opponents with actual hunger now moves like they’re wading through glue. Slot was meant to bring clarity but somehow the football looks more confused than ever. You’d swear the players are figuring things out on the fly because whatever Slott is briefing them clearly evaporates the moment the whistle blows.
And look around the fanbase... half of them have gone into full politician mode trying to convince themselves everything is fine. They cling onto this fantasy that the team just needs more time, more belief, more whatever. The other half are ready to riot and honestly, I don’t blame them. No one can watch this lifeless, washed-out version of Liverpool and still claim everything is heading in the right direction. The energy is gone. The intensity is gone. The identity is not just missing but seems to have been completely stripped out of the dressing room.
Slot feels like a guest lecturer who overstayed his welcome at a place he clearly doesn’t understand. It’s like giving someone your car keys and realising halfway through the drive that they don’t know how to change gears. You cannot survive in this league playing football that looks like it was designed for a classroom demonstration. If Liverpool keep him, the season is going to drift into a kind of slow-motion collapse that will be obvious in hindsight, but people will pretend they didn’t see it coming.
So, let’s say it plainly now. Slot needs to go. And the idea that Liverpool have nowhere to turn is nonsense. They have options and real ones too.
Cesc Fabregas. The wildcard. No fear, big ideas, plays the kind of football Liverpool fans recognise as football. It would be explosive, intense, unpredictable and that’s already an upgrade.
Simone Inzaghi. A real tactician. A grown man in a room full of confused theories. You don’t reach European finals by accident. Liverpool would instantly look structured again.
Xabi Alonso. Madrid hasn’t exactly stabilised yet and if things keep wobbling, Liverpool will always be waiting. He is the one that fans genuinely believe in without needing a PowerPoint presentation on his philosophy.
Every week under Slot feels like watching the club drift into something smaller, something dull, something that does not resemble the Liverpool that Klopp resurrected. It took almost a decade to build that identity, and Slot has managed to drain the life out of it in a matter of months so soon after reaching the pinnacle of domestic success.
There’s no sugar coating needed. No respectful phrasing. No waiting for things to magically fix themselves. Slot is miles out of his depth and it’s starting to show in every match.
Liverpool need to act before the entire season turns into a write off. Sack him. Move on. Bring in someone with authority and ideas that exist rather than theory. This fanbase should not have to endure months of joyless, identity free football just because the club is scared to admit they made the wrong decision.
Pull the plug now. It’s the only way out of this slow-motion disaster.