With a blank, hollow look on his face, Jürgen Klopp walked into the Liverpool dressing room ahead of his players, stood near the board at the front, and kept his words to himself.
As a person who had football as practically the fuel to his life, it was starting to feel like it would burn him inside out that day.
He had managed in a lot of stadiums against a lot of teams and had been on the wrong side of half-time scorelines before.
He had also always known, quickly and clearly, what the problem was and what needed fixing, and that was one of the things that made him what he was.
Right now, standing in a dressing room at the DW Stadium two goals down to Wigan Athletic at half-time, he was genuinely trying to work out what the problem was, and the honest answer was that it felt less like a problem and more like a mismatch.
But the mismatch was not in Liverpool's favour, and that was a sentence he had not expected to be forming in his head when the day began.
