The hope of Jose Mourinho

The Giallorossi coach has grown up and is almost nostalgic, with the tenderness towards which gentlemen with white hair tend. But he is always ready to attack the system and give battle: after all, he is the last emperor of Rome

You can’t live without hope, said the great poet. And José doesn’t live more than an hour without her. José’s name is Mourinho but he could be written in a thousand other ways, how many are his faces, his expressions, the words he chooses to cause wonderful misdirections every time one of his teams loses. Mourinho has grown up, lately even a little nostalgic, of that yearning for tenderness to which gentlemen with white hair tend. Nothing to worry about, stay calm or you who love battle, José, under the guise of a meek man, hides the scimitar of offense, which he unsheaths every time certain arguments finish and one no longer knows what to say.