My dad’s dead. And my mother has married again.
That is pretty much how I feel about Jose Mourinho at Manchester United.
If he starts winning and continues winning; if wingers are flying down the sides sizzling crosses in; if counters are lightning quick; if Zlatan scores from the half-way line; if our defence makes Old Trafford a fortress again.
Well, I could grow to love him.
I don’t particularly know how to feel, but she had two bad relationships already, and this guy, well, maybe the best she can get at the moment.
Moving on is tough indeed.
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