After becoming an expert in the hook shot that ends in a six over the third-man boundary and scoring a few goals in hockey after all the hard work was done by the other 10 players, I confessed to myself that studying the two games from the ropes was a better option. Though I wish I had started that process earlier than 1996, around 15 years of watching, reading and sometimes still practising that 'hook shot' over has allowed me this space on Cricketnext and IBNLive to write and get read.
Meet Jose Mourinho, the Real moron
Posted on: 05:42 PM IST Aug 20, 2011 IST
Sports need characters, not character-less characters. Maybe that's why the most-loved sport has restricted Jose Mourinho to the bench and didn't allow its sacred pitch to get contaminated with his footprints.
The tag 'The Special One' should perhaps be transformed to oxymoron 'The Bad Special One' who could never forge a meaningful career as a player; and when football allowed his managerial skills to make a contribution, he offended the game's spirit time and again - the latest of which was an eye-poke.
Fisticuffs concluded last week's El Clasico in the Spanish Super Cup but the most shocking exchange of the skirmish was witnessed when Mourinho wedged his finger into the eye of Barcelona's assistant manager Tito Vilonova.
Competition in sports sometimes brings out the inner animal in us. Is that the case with Mourinho as well, who couldn't drive Real Madrid to any meaningful success in his first year? Though Copa Del Rey was the perfect appetizer for Mourinho, Barcelona feasted on the main course in La Liga and Champions League. To make it worse, Mourinho's second year too began with a loss to Barcelona in the Super Cup, which brought the moron in Mourinho out.
Animalism has no role in sports that are governed by rules, even when fans don't expect a love-fest between arch rivals. Responsibility of referees and coaches is that much bigger when seriousness of a game is expected to take players to the edge. And in that capacity, when Mourinho should have calmed the nerves, he chose to join the brawl instead.
Mourinho's eye-poke also suggests he isn't appreciative of the fact that the club he was 'fighting' against, was instrumental in shaping up his coaching career. It was Sir Bobby Robson who, as coach of FC Barcelona in 1996, roped in Mourinho as his assistant. And even after Robson's departure, the Catalonian club allowed him to work with Robson's successor, Louis van Gaal.
Anyway, we don't expect a foul-mouthed bully to be cognizant of his old-time friends. But what we don't expect either is for any Mourinho to bring the game into disrepute with his foolish frolics; and worse still, not own up to his mistake by saying, "I never knew who I was poking." If that was the case, should we believe that Mourinho's psychosis led him to poke somebody's eye for fun.
Please Mourinho, stop gnawing on your past laurels and chalk out some credible plans to make Madrid champions again before the balloon bursts in your face.