The Special One Not Quite So Special Anymore

Jose Mourinho, will have slept little last night, he will have tossed and turned under his expensive Italian bedsheets wondering where did he falter down the wrong path. Now, I’m not saying, that choosing to boss Inter Milan is a wrong choice, nothing could be farther from the truth. But you do wonder what type of offer it would take, for Jose to be on the first plane out of Milan.

Real Madrid … questionable, Barcelona … perhaps, Chelsea … most definitely. You see, Mourinho and football is a love-hate relationship. You either get the Man or you don’t. Mourinho, now has a team full of gifted, flair players, something that his Bosses at Chelsea always wanted Mourinho to fill the dressing room with … instead, he filled his dressing room with fighters, winners and with players who would put their head where many wouldn’t put their foot … Mourinho filled the trophy room with cups … and now at Inter he is understanding that pretty to watch football doesn’t win you anything.

In all fairness, Inter were up against the machine that is Man Unt. But once Mourinho had the better of Fergie and Man U. Then Fergie stepped up a gear, like he always does, and Mourinho and Chelsea parted company. It really is going to be a special club that wakes up the young pretender again and once more allows Mourinho to nod his head in agreement and proclaim, “I’m The Special One!”