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Manchester United have just rid themselves of a coach who has been divisive, unpopular, pig-headed, a law unto himself and whose relationship with successful attractive football, trophies and the transfer market has been too tenuous.
And they are replacing Louis Van Gaal with a coach who, in his last few seasons, has been divisive, unpopular, pig-headed, a law unto himself and whose relationship with successful attractive football, trophies and the transfer market has been much more tenuous than his prime.
What, exactly, the thorn is isn’t easy to define.
What is more straightforward is that Mourinho has staged something of a Benjamin Button career - a curious case.
So many of the shiningly excellent strengths which made him dynamic, successful and employable in the first two thirds of his trophy laden life somehow have turned into weak points.
At Porto he chose players brilliantly - those who were with him for the long term, impact players, and footballers who might do a specific and strategically important job for him before being sold on.
At Chelsea and Inter Milan, for the most part, this was a guy who was on top of every part of a coach or manager’s repertoire.
He weeded out the losers, he almost literally had a cult-following from his most important footballers - as far as they were concerned they were in the hands of a guru.
Whatever he asked them to achieve, they suddenly believed it was within their powers.
Whatever he predicted would happen - it did. For example: when Roman Abramovich signed him and offered to break the world record transfer fee, by some margin, to sign Ronaldinho Mourinho just said: ‘No thanks’ to his new boss.
He told the Russian billionaire, who needed to buy a dictionary to look up what the word ‘No’ meant: ‘Get me Didier Drogba instead’.
That became a widely known fact, once the Ivorian eventually ripped the Premier League to shreds, because Mourinho’s acolytes made it well known that Ronaldinho, by then in decline, had been sussed out by the Special One while Drogba was now a phenomenon.
Fair play.
When Chelsea were on their flight back from Moscow to London in 2004 his players asked Mourinho who he wanted to draw in the Champions League knockout round. He told them: ‘Barcelona, for sure’.
They laughed, thought he was joking and were astounded to hear him say: ‘It’s simple, we stop them playing, we play our game and we’ll beat them’.
As they indeed did. He seemed anointed.
At Inter Milan his summer spending spree in 2010, exchanging Hernan Crespo, Zlatan, Patrick Vieira and Maxwell out for Samuel Eto'o, Thiago Motta, Wesley Sneijder, Diego Motta and Lucio was, possibly, the most daring and successful transfer manoeuvre in football history.
Nine months later he, and Inter, had won the treble - beating Van Gaal’s Bayern in the Champions League final.
At Madrid he made a flabby, disjointed team harder to beat, he took them to the Champions League semi final for the first and second and third time since 2002. Beyond the round of sixteen for the first time since 2005.
His title win, in Pep Guardiola’s last season at Barcelona, was full of thrilling football, unity and an avalanche of goals.
That’s the Mourinho that United, presumably, think they are appointing. Quite right too … if this were 2012.
But how do they know he’s not the same guy who, over the last four years, has undermined himself with a series of bewildering decisions, actions and personality traits which seem the reverse of everything that made him successful?
As soon as Madrid were powerful and Spanish champions Mourinho began to singe, and then burn to a crisp, his relationships with Iker Casillas, Pepe and Cristiano Ronaldo.
Worse he then began to take pops at them in public. Mourinho shares an agent with Ronaldo, one of the great post war players, yet chose to disparage him in public once they fell out.
The guy who inspired such devotion in Drogba that the striker broke down and cried when Mourinho was sacked by Chelsea the first time had now substituted division for devotion.
Mourinho’s choice to drop Casillas, and allow his false depiction in the media as a dressing room ‘mole’ cost him dearly. His final game as Madrid coach, in their own stadium against Atletico in the Copa Final, was lost thanks to two clangers from replacement goalkeeper Diego Lopez.
Building to the title win at Chelsea showed hints of what he was once exceptional at.
But from before that season ended until when he was sacked where was the real Mourinho?
The guy who passionately argued to his line manager, Marina Granovskaia, that Juan Cuadrado was the player for whom he’d sacrifice other market targets - essential and passionately important.
But who, within a few weeks, Mourinho had categorised as ‘not the right guy, a mistake’.
Title winning players felt hectored, unsupported, demotivated. It showed in performances and results.
The training ground, instead of being a temple to his vision and passion, became somewhere that players felt might expose them to his dark moods and patent disillusion.
Where was the lavish attention to detail which once inspired and armed his players? Diminished.
The Eva Carneiro situation - reminiscent of the isolation and public humiliation of Iker Casillas at Madrid. It flew directly in the face of a strategy worked out by Bruce Buck and Granovskaia - but Mourinho appeared not to care.
How did things get to a stage where when Piers Morgan and Alan Sugar were publicly arguing about Mourinho on social media at the weekend the Knighted former Spurs owner felt able to voice his personal opinion that Mourinho’s behaviour at Chelsea was strategically aimed at getting himself fired?
Just a remarkable state of affairs concerning a guy of whom Alex Ferguson once said ‘he’s a clever b*****d’ when the legendary United manager was deciding not to ‘take him on’ in the media.
If United have replaced their contrary, unpopular, divisive Dutchman with the Mourinho of 2003-2012, it’s game on.
If they’ve signed the contrary, unpopular, divisive Special One who’s gone wildly off script over the last four years then it’ll be a case of out of the frying pan and into the fire.