We'll all see through Mourinho. We'll find out he's just a Bengal lancer.
Somewhere in there the grace of a ballet dancer joins with the strength of an SAS squaddie, the dignity of an ancient kind, the nerve of a bomb disposal officer.
He's fat and a clown, Bill, a fat clown for all to see.
You need dictatorships and poverty to produce great footballers.
Usually it takes a bottle of Bacardi and a gallon of Coke to get John out of his seat.
Michel Platini has no bottle. He is not a great player.