What I’m talking about is much more in depth than just Barcelona and goes into the myth and the lie that is Jose Mourinho, leading from London to Manchester and to the heights of some of the biggest clubs of the recently defunct G-14.
Well, anybody who knows me and has been reading my blog knows that I have had very little good to say about the guy I call the Specious One. He’s at best, a good motivator and a canny organizer, a statistician if you would in the mold out of Michael Lewis baseball book “Moneyball”. At worst, he’s is a shameless self-promoter, little more than a puppet they’ve built to parody, and a notoriously poor loser who has made a name from the blind faith and devotion of players and as a smooth talking, latin sex-symbol for the prawn-sandwich crowd. Granted, he’s won the UEFA Cup and Champions in successive years, and he has won a gripload of domestic silverware. I don’t doubt he had a lot to do with those accolades, I just find hard to believe the hype that he is any better at his job than a Frank Ryjkaard, a Carlo Ancelotti or anyone else he is supposed to be supplanting.
Well, certainly in recent memory, I don’t remember a time when so many of the top clubs, clubs with the prestige a Real Madrid, Barcelona, AC Milan and Inter, plus to a lesser extent Valencia, Liverpool, Juventus and even Lyon that have put the sort of pressure on their managers specifically to draw the attention of the hottest commodity in managing circles in recent times.
I’d lie to say its a good thing, that Jose Mourinho will be back in club management, probably in one of the leagues we cover on Forza Futbol, but frankly as much as people (my colleagues on the show and the network combined) are excited about it, I’m actually more than a bit underwhelmed.
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