So at long last we have chucked Brexit off our radar, at least for a day, not by any political super star but by the sacking of Manchester United's manager Jose Mourinho
The airways are buzzing with excited commentary, vituperative vitriol and only a few plaudits. Few friends came to his rescue, this sour man, a man who always seemed to want to blame someone else, the referee or the linesman, the players and club management and even the fans themselves. I suppose it was the classic case of believing ones own hype, and therefore he was hung by his own petard, gone in the twinkling of an eye
So much was hoped for when he signed to manage the team. Jose Mourinho a man who had had so many battles, on and off the field with that old master Sir Mat Busby, Mr Manchester United, a living legend, it was an impossible pair of shoes to fill.
His Achilles heel seems to be his man management. He lost the support of the Chelsea players and now has lost the support of critical players in the Manchester team. If his surely looks and clear inability to put up with people who don't see things his way filter onto the training pitch is it any wonder that people like Paul Pogba, who had played such a crucial part in Frances success in the FIFA World Cup early this year has been a failure under Mourinho.
His appearances in the post match press conferences are seen as contests, contests against football punditry and someone who lives in a bubble of his own making. He balks no criticism, is rude and acerbic to anyone who contests his view of the game. His sarcasm is legion and we the public are left to choose, "is everyone else wrong".
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