The first sense that something special and unusual was afoot was when Mourinho spat out his dummy over Physiogate, only to meet his match as the club doctor refused to go quietly. Her withering look as she left the field is my vote for Pout of the Season. Only a week into the campaign and Chelsea had already found a new way to be detestable, no mean feat. Then they started losing matches and Mourinho tried his usual deflection strategy of blaming the officials, because of course they’re bound to be biased against little clubs who never win anything. He saw nothing wrong in keeping Costa in a cage for a week then letting him loose to kick, gouge and generally be ungentlemanly against Arsenal, then stamped on Wenger's glasses afterwards and blamed the fourth official.
All the while, the FA charges keep piling up, including one for persistently coming up with laughable post-match excuses. Things are getting so bad, John Terry is coming across as a calming influence.
Mourinho seems to be building up to some kind of dramatic exit but, hey, no rush, not while you are giving so many people so much pleasure.
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