Koftas

Koftas with ruby sauce

The recipe warned that the koftas are delicate. Handle with care, it said, they may fall apart. As usual I ignored most of the list, and bunged in some:

• spuds
• squash
• carrots
• cauli

with:

• onion
• ginger
• garlic
• chilli

Then mashed it all up with chickpea flour and curry powder, and shallow-fried them until golden brown, and ate them with the ruby (I think that's ruby as in deep red rather than rhyming slang) sauce: all the usual suspects in the curry sauce hit-list, with tomato puree and passata for the colour.

They were good enough to have again.

Jurgen Klopp...

...is gloriously bananas, beautifully bats**t, wonderfully, totally, brilliantly raving mad. He also manages a very successful and very difficult to play against football team.

He's passionate:

He's just back to the dug-out after a touchline ban. He laughs a lot, and easily, and with gusto, too:

without any worries about the huge array of wonky teeth this brings into play. I think he and Arsene go about their football the right way, and the games at ours and at theirs have both been fantastic.