Millions of words must have been uttered since he got the sack. But, so far, I haven’t added to the Mourinho-maul.
But it’s time to break my silence.
The man had to go. Once again, and not for the first time, he had become bigger than the club.
Chelsea were in crisis. One point above the relegation zone is not where the Russian owner wants to be. Something had to be done.
He, the Russian, couldn’t do anything. He’s not a football man, other than through his wealth. But he could, at least, do one thing.
He could sack him.
Then he would have to employ a man the players would respect.
They wouldn’t respect him, like some aluminium smelters or oil workers would.
Will they respect a Dutchman with a funny name?
Only time, his methods and results will tell.
Meanwhile, the ego has gone, no doubt to do battle with other egos elsewhere.
Funny old game, football.