Kylian Mbappe has tossed his hat—well, maybe just his voice—into this season’s Premier League title debate, and the French superstar didn’t hold back. He sees Liverpool, Manchester City, and Arsenal as the three clubs with enough firepower to grab England’s biggest crown. No one is shocked that Klopp and Guardiola make the shortlist, but Mbappe’s cheeky nod to Arsenal as potential dark horses makes for juicier headlines than a last-minute VAR decision.
Liverpool: Still the Benchmark
Let’s be honest: Liverpool are that annoying friend who always shows up early, prepared, and leaves with all the trophies. Three straight wins to start the season? That’s Klopp’s version of a polite reminder that his side still runs the yard. Mbappe wisely tipped them as the team to beat, though even he knows Arsenal fans are sharpening their “this is our year” chants.
Arsenal: Kylian Mbappe’s Wildcard Pick
Here’s where it gets spicy. Kylian Mbappe threw Arsenal into the mix, noting their squad stability as a big plus. He even suggested this might—just might—be their breakthrough season. Sure, Arsenal supporters have heard that line since the iPod Shuffle was cool, but maybe this year Mbappe’s word adds some cosmic weight.
City: Always the Usual Suspects
Of course, Manchester City hover over every title conversation like the schoolyard bully. With Pep masterminding and Haaland bulldozing, City don’t just compete—they dominate. Mbappe gave them respect, but not the enthusiastic hype he reserved for Liverpool and Arsenal. Interesting, no?
Author’s Take
If you ask me, Mbappe’s hedge is classic football diplomacy: praise the favorites, wink at the underdogs. But if Arsenal do stumble at the last hurdle again, I’d bet Mbappe will be the first to say, “Well, I did mention Liverpool.” My pick? City still snatch it—boring, predictable, and annoyingly true.
Kylian Mbappe on Europe
On the Champions League, Mbappe reverted to a safe classic: Real Madrid. It’s football’s equivalent of saying “the sun rises in the east.” He hasn’t won it yet, and the irony is delicious—PSG lifted it the second he walked away. Somewhere in Paris, someone’s smirking.