Who'd Give Jose a Job Now, After That Night of Shame? ; Thecolumn [Eire Region]
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FOR the worst part of an hour and a half, the sad old game was trapped in the gutter. The pitch was awash with cheats; tumbling unbidden, seeking trivial advantage. The dugouts were swarming with quarrelsome clowns; jabbing, jostling and squealing peevish protests. And there, in the centre of it all, sat Jose Mourinho.
He was perched on the naughty seat a few yards from the touchline, offering his modishly stubbled profile to the stadium cameras and scribbling trite notes for scampering lackeys. As he choreographed the prevailing anarchy, he was the happiest man you ever saw.See the full content of this document
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Who'd Give Jose a Job Now, After That Night of Shame? ; Thecolumn [Eire Region]
It was then that a strange and welcome truth started to dawn. For all the chaos he has promoted and all the cheap attention he has secured, Mourinho's reign as the Lord of Misrule is approaching its cl...
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