The Day That Chelsea Let Mourinho Go
¶ 1
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I don’t remember the exact date –
we were on our way to somewhere in a taxi
and it came over the radio that Chelsea
had let Mourinho go – and it was
as though a huge weight had been taken from us,
because nobody yet, and there have been a few contenders
left scattered along the way, had ever come closer
to taking Sir Alex’s coronet away –
¶ 2
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Then my mind fast forwards
to the night of 21st May 2008
and Ronaldo lying face down on the Moscow turf
as the Champions League was sealed
by the height of a tuft of grass –
¶ 3
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And I reflect how life revolves
on the narrowest of margins
and it has always, and will always be that way.
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