José Mourinho is a cunt. Again.
Not content with playing the dullest football the Premiership has experienced this year, he wants to blame everybody else for losing the FA Cup final.
Of course it’s not his fault, it’s everybody else’s. His team of spiritless cunts have talent, yet he prefers to instill an attack so impotent, so bereft of dare and beauty that he might as well have castrated the whole sorry bunch of spoilt millionaires.
Furthermore, why does his peremptory loftiness constantly receive the kiss-arse treatment from reporters? “José, how do you feel, José, was it a penalty?” The piss-poorest, most unctuous “journalism” I’ve witnessed, simply to flatter this egotistical, waxy turd of a man.
He had a meltdown at Chelsea, he had a meltdown at Real Madrid. Let’s hope this cowardly cunt’s next one is imminent. If not, take some fucking responsibility for your drab, craven style and drink some cement, you oily, stroke-faced, parsimonious cunt.
Nominated by, Captain Magnanimous
