Expecting an avalanche of posts on this topic .. sadly.
It’s so hard to say goodbye to a winner.
As Simon & Garfunkle would say … the sound of …
How do you write a poem with no words?
Consider the Special One now, as
The Silent One
© Maureen Yeo
Surprised? Nah Not Really.
It shouldn’t really come as a shock
If we’re realistic, stand back and take stock
That last season and this. our managers seen fit
To rage a personal vendetta agin his boss.
Great managers get judged on results
Not by trading in tacky tabloid insults
Agin our board, the FA, Arjen Robben
So they, should maybe get on with their jobs and just coach?
Mourhino took his eye off the ball
Die hard Blues fans predicted he’d fall
Team morale suffered at each insult muttered
Stars have feelings – are human beings after all.
No sour grapes or hard cheese, now he’s gone
The self proclaimed extra special one
When all’s said and done true blues fans will have sung
Thanks For The Memories. What then? We move on!
The only permanant fixture at most clubs
Be they rich, poor or skint is us mugs
Who follow the team through the times fat or lean
So a manager’s left us. Come next Sundays tough test.
We’ll be there cheering them on with our chanting and songs
Cos CFC after all is…. Our Team!
© Kev 2007
Thanks For The Memories Jose. We’ll treasure them forever.
And Good Luck in your next job.
Managing a haiku
Football managers –
cast in bronze, win silverware.
others go for gold
© S B Ingle 20.9.07
Chelsea did not fill their stadium, Abramovich seems to be fulfilling his dream of running a puppet show and Jose has pockets full of money.
A man like Jose needs his freedom to be happy, and this he now has.
‘Special’ is defined in the dictionary as ‘individual’, ‘distinct’. So, Jose was special and brought something different to the Premiership party. Now we’re back to the yawning board…
the blue revolution can end
before it has hardly begun
as with the 1910s 20s 30s 40s 50s 60s 70s 80s and 90s
normal unpredictable underachieving football at Chelsea
will resume as soon as possible
Scottish prime ministers
wil not comment when managers leave
because normally they disappear or move on un-noticed…
post-match interviews can revert to stuff like
“everyone gets on here at the club”
“there’s a good feeling in the camp”
“the lads done well ”
and ..” we can still go away with heads held high
and learn something from today”
I am back in 2003
thinking what nice cardboard cut-out managers
Docherty, Blanchflower, Porterfield, Neal,
Hoddle, Gullit, Vialli, Ranieri and all were
and what lovely crazy flambouyant football we played
but how we’d still never won the league
except with Drake and you
second third and fourth officials
can sleep easy regardless of decisions
or laptop monitor images proffered from the dugout
the other big three will gloat and scorn
but remember this
they can never take away the old Shed wall
even after Roman has gone
because it’s a listed building…allegedly!
all terrier dogs will obey quarantine rules
grey Armani coats will look ordinary and naff
and Emenegildo Zegna raincoats will fade like summer
and re-appear at car boot sales for a fiver
smouldering George Clooney type hang dog looks
that say everything
and scream hello I’m sexy and gorgeous – even to blokes
will vanish overnight
alleged phone lines to ‘special ones’
under Portuguese training staff hats
at Champions League games
will not be necesary
managers of Barcelona
will be able to stay in their dressing room at half time
and not worry that they might be accused
of going into the ref’s one by mistake
omelettes will be eaten in honour
of his last main statement on eggs
and Chelsea will become a yolk again
9.19 will be a date
all true Blues fans will commemorate
in tears of joy sadness and anger
GQs runners up for best dressed man of the year award
is totally up for grabs and I’ve got this feeling I could be lucky
all hand jive instructions
and Latin exhortations from dug-outs will become passé
and will be blasted for being oh so José-esqe
we will survive in the Premiership
but never truly understand the meaning of
“leaving by mutual consent”
even after looking it up as the departed one suggested
will we ever again see back to back trophies
roll up at the Bridge
like the proverbial two buses that arrive together
after waiting fifty years ?
lovelorn female callers
will no longer besiege the BBC
with confirmation of his attraction
beyond managerial achievements
I’ve lost a connection
even though I only ever stood by you once
in the press room
but was afraid to speak
such was your vibe..
as one wise writer said..
we’ve lost Hugh Grant but gained Avram Grant
the blue revolution can end
before it has even begun…
we never got the chance
to say goodbye to you
at a game
Thanks José for all you brought us and above all your unbelievable ATTITUDE! ……however hated Chelsea have become..(and now the laughing stock no doubt) I will never forget flying out of London airport once past a giant ad of you in that suit and that phone..proclaiming ..”.you can’t manage without one..”
and then flying into Porto airport to see the first ad on arrival was exactly the same one… except it was in Portuguese. Likewise at Fulham Broadway …great days and nights mate…and always the fire and passion. Man U Arsenal, Liverpool, Spurs, West Ham, Fulham and all other premier clubs look away now..or read on and cringe.
“I pictured a rainbow
you held it in your hands
I had flashes
but you saw the plan
*we took it all in The Shed for years
you came and lifted the gloom*
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon
The whole of the moon…
You were there in the turnstiles
with the wind at your heels
you stretched for the stars
and you know how it feels
to reach too high, too far, too soon
You saw the whole of the moon”
c.The Waterboys/Mike Scott (adapted*)
(* 2 asterisked lines adapted ..sorry Mike and Steve..)
So Mourinho has left the bridge. José goes
where the music takes him. And how many
of those Chelsea players will try
to become tomorrow’s managers? Like those
on the pitch wavelength
with Brian Howard Clough and Sir Fergie.
At least one has played for both.
There’s only one Clarko though, like
when City needed two Summerbees
and Frank said you can’t have wingers
when you’ve got Kinkladze in the team.
© John Cox 22 September 07
Ultimate hatchet job
from stony faced Roman,
more or less forcing Jose
to fall on his sword.
No longer special,
Mourinho quips his way
out of Chelsea,
thanking fans, players, teachers
everyone bar the Russian.
Premiership will be the poorer:
no more amateur dramatics,
nor arm-waving histrionics,
no more kisses blown
to the masses,
no more fingers pressed
to lips to hush the fans,
no more post-match interviews
both charismatic and enigmatic,
from the touchline
knuckles gnawed no more.
No More Rinho.
© mark merriman sept 2007
I for one will miss Mourinho as he brought a great deal both to Chelsea and the Premiership. With him life was ceratainly never dull; can’t help wondering whether Roman will come to regret meddling in team affairs. Was he the only one clapping when Shevchenko was subbed at Old Trafford?!
Red07 : 06 : Mourinho-less
It was like filleting fish
They were totally at our mercy
In disarray and disunited
They shoulda listened to Jimmy Pursey *
‘Twas their own ticking bomb
That blew them so brusquely outta the water
Such easy pickings for us
Like seals to the slaughter
© Ron Aldo 😉
If the Kids are United –
They will never, be div-ided
Sham 69, fronted by Jimmy Pursey
Sunday 23rd September 2007
Man Utd 2 – 0 Chelsea
Chelsea’s first match post José Mourinho