THE makers of Sliding Doors (1998) did well.

You probably didn’t watch the film at the time. If you did, I bet you can’t remember it apart from some tube train doors closing. If you didn’t, you saved yourself a couple of hours.

If you’re young (aka you play for Arsenal), none of this will register as you probably weren’t even born.

And yet, aha!, those movieland schemers somehow managed to inject its title – “Sliding Doors”– into common parlance; a phrase which has lasted longer than the film. How was it allowed that we would be here still talking about there being “Sliding Doors” moments in people’s lives nearly 25 years on?

If I hadn’t been at the opening of the refurbished Swiss Cottage Library in 2002, perhaps I may never have met my partner.

She probably sees our relationship as more Groundhog Day but these romantic chance encounters and cute serendipity that shape our lives shouldn’t be scrunched into invoking the memory of an awful Brit romcom from the 1990s.

Anyhow, imagine who I could have met if I went to Manhattan Lights in Muswell Hill that night instead.

Imagine if someone had put the Camden New Journal in front of the Pulitzer prize judges.

Life could be very different for all of us. You’ll have your own examples – but I definitely feel like Arsenal had a “Sliding Doors” moment in 2014 which still fills me with many what-could’ve-been memories.

Arsenal were in the dog days of the Wenger empire and many fans wanted something new. Into the press room at the Emirates Stadium rocked Jurgen Klopp, whose Borussia Dortmund team had just played the Gunners.

Fresh and exciting – and seemingly looking for a challenge in the Premier League, I can’t have been the only one wondering if the sensible option would be nudging Arsene on and getting in the raucous laughs of the German.

The doors slid shut the wrong way and history took a different turn and Klopp ended up at Liverpool. Even then, we looked on enviously at his carefree comments and apparent bonhomie.

But maybe it was a good thing that the managerial sliding doors did not bring Klopp to Arsenal after all.

On Sunday evening, he seemed like a different man at the press conference. The journalists who follow Liverpool around all the time may know or think differently, but even in defeat Klopp once seemed to manage some good humour. He certainly did at the end of that Dortmund match eight years ago.

This time, he bordered on rude as he pretended he didn’t understand pretty simple questions and at one stage bashed his head on the desk in theatrical exasperation. He didn’t seem fun any more. A bit like Liverpool’s league performance right now.

Klopp, the nice guy, now seemed a patronising bore.