There are two scenes which perfectly paint the picture of how Arne Slot is slowly falling in love with Liverpool and how the Kop has grown to adore this low-key but smooth operator.
The first was in August, two hours before a behind-closed-doors pre-season friendly against Las Palmas. The sell-out crowd for another game that day, against Sevilla, had long gone and Slot was just sitting in the dugout, feet outstretched, with a young boy.
It was his son, Joep. Slot Snr pointed towards the Kop and the teenager craned his neck to survey his dad's new stomping ground.