Saturday 16 December 2017

No room for beauty in Mourinho's world

It no longer matters, if really it ever did, how we view the nature of Jose Mourinho, whether we see in him pure magnetism or a force of diabolic manipulation.

Like him or loathe him, every one of his critics -- including the august Alfredo di Stefano -- is now required to face up to the central reality of his existence. It is that in the matter of shaping any football situation to his own advantage, of implanting belief in players where little or none existed before and diminishing those they have to face, he has graduated ever more confidently into a class of his own.

This, once again, was evident in the frustration he imposed on the team so many have chosen to elect, if with absurd haste, to the status of the greatest club side in the history of football. Barcelona, for the second time in a few days, looked so much less than this when Mourinho's Real Madrid carried off the Copa del Rey.

Di Stefano growled against the man he claimed had presented his old team, once the unchallenged rulers of Europe, as a mouse to be toyed with by the Barcelona cat. Then the great man was obliged to watch an ultimate example of how some football games can be won in the mind of a coach who continues to display the practical instincts of a natural born street fighter.


Inevitably, Barca aficionados are insisting that the Spanish Cup is the merest of minor baubles and that the real business starts next week in the first leg of the Champions League semi-final.

Yet presumably they saw the expressions on the faces of Barca coach Pep Guardiola and demi-god Lionel Messi. They were reminiscent of those that came at the Nou Camp this time last year when Mourinho's Internazionale dumped them out of the tournament which they had come to believe they owned.

It may have been that Barcelona, with some justice, believed they had stripped down the demonology surrounding the man who had contrived their downfall this week with the scale of the brilliant 5-0 victory earlier this season. Yet in the Mastella Stadium, as at the Bernabeu last weekend, the demons, a whole squadron of them, were surely back in place.

Of course the result did not lift the football soul in the way of Barca's great performances. It was a lock-picking exercise, probing and pragmatic and at times quite viciously cynical, and if you want to claim this is just another way of saying the Special One parked his bus once more, you're within your rights.

But the faces of Guardiola and Messi spoke of more than a problem of finding a way past an immovable barrier.

For many of Barca's warmest disciples it was Internazionale all over again. More precisely, though, it was Mourinho going about that work which, whatever success he has found -- and now he has won prizes in Portugal, England, Italy and Spain -- will always provoke the same question. Is he good for any other cause but himself and those clubs who, whatever their traditions, decide that his promise of success entirely on his own terms outweighs all other factors?

Di Stefano raised the fiercest objection, saying that Mourinho's football was a betrayal of the meaning of the club he helped so hugely to win the first five European Cups, but such reservations were scarcely apparent in the Mastella.

Mourinho was thrown into the air by his players and feted by the hierarchy of Real. An enemy of football, some say, but not, you can be sure, in Madrid for some time.

Nor at Old Trafford, where we are told support for Mourinho as the natural successor to Alex Ferguson has reached landslide proportions. It is still more evidence that beautiful football, as represented at United by Matt Busby and Ferguson, is no longer an ultimate priority separate from the pursuit of guaranteed success.

Now in Spain, a place which is rarely short of dramatic symbols of good and bad, we might just be seeing the death agony of such football idealism. Di Stefano, no less, has cast Mourinho in the role of spoiler, the man who will settle for less in the hope of winning it all. Guardiola, by the sharpest contrast, is something of Don Quixote, rescuing the embattled damsel of unsullied football.

In the process the Barcelona coach has, perhaps inevitably, been lionised and his team over-praised. Would the great teams of Milan and Ajax, not to mention Di Stefano's Real, have been so resolutely distracted by the cunning devices of Mourinho?

Naturally, he beams his pleasure at such speculation. It is, after all, another notch on the belt of the man who believes that he has the means to conquer his world. He is unconcerned if we take him or leave him, as if we had any option. (© Independent News Service)

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