Senhor Mourinho expounds his Philosophy
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Well, hi there, English football fans,
I’m sure you’ve heard of me.
José’s my name, let me explain
My strange philosophee:
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Just give me a safe pair of hands,
And five defenders true.
Then four brave boys to hold midfield,
Up front one man will do.
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A one-nil win is my ideal,
A goalless draw is fine.
The thought of scoring more than two
Sends shivers down my spine.
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If Ten Goal Payne were in my team,
I’d flog ‘im double quick,
And sign some star custodian
To stand between the sticks.
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Five-four? That’s an ice hockey score!
Six-nil? You’re talking tennis…
Let’s make it one, don’t mention fun,
‘Cos soccer’s serious bizness.
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At Porto I was mastermind,
We soared to dizzy heights.
Now I’m the Boss at Stamford Bridge,
The Title’s in our sights.
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Though once or twice we’ve racked up four,
I swear, ‘twas a mistake.
A one-goal-lead is all you need,
One strike is all it takes…
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8/1/05
Denys E. W. Jones
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