It was glorious, a beautiful death we had been in search of since gracefully marching the battle fields with no one to match neither our strenghths nor our might. Like the 300 spartans , we fell before the persians and i am truely greatful that our enemy was worthy of victory over us. Make no mistake, this is not the end but rather the beginning, the birth of future champions. It was june 21st, Mourinho took over a greatly handicap team, granted expensively assembled but not rightly so. The price of coca cola from an expensive restaurant will never be equal to that from an average one but that does not mean there is any bit of a difference between the two drinks. They had skill, they had technique, they had brains, but that will never be a match for grit , will , tactical nous , fighting power and stamina. A team that had been accustomed to poor starts .A team that had become accustomed to severe beatings by teams such as man city, manchester united and juventus while begging for draws with spurs ,liverpool and arsenal and even going as far as competing in the european league. A team in which qualifying for the last 16 was only but a dream far away.So i ask you, were we a nobly assembled team or were we just expensive idiots? .Mourinho took no comfort in dispair , but rather in might and will, a will to transform a highly handicaped team further weakened by the lack of a high class striker , all qualities that will later be instilled into the pair of expensive poor weaklings a year later. The battle fields where chosen, the historians fiddled their pens, and gradually , bit by bit, we faced the fiercest of opponents whom we all brought to their knees , not once but twice in succession. Weakened by the footballing community of our own competition's both eye of scrutinity and unfair treatment, we nevertheless marched on, and by the 30th of April 2014, mourinho brought the players to the closest setting in which they could smell glory. By then , this assembly was no longer a group of weakings , no i assure you , rather they were a group of fierce fighters in search of a worthy opponent , fighters that will kick , scramble, scratch and contest for every ball. Unfortunately, we met a match too mighty for us, a team that had rather been completely assembled for the past 3 years under diego simeone's steely eyes. Fought them, we did well, crumble, we greatfully did but in dispair, we shouldn't be ...It was an inevitability for this half complete strikeless team for so great an opponent.
So i ask , taking you down to through the crinkum crankum of our journey, should the opponents we crushed really be jovial towards our downfall? The fact that we rather so easily crushed them and proceeded to face greater enemies as they will next year should not a laughing issue.In fact, they should be in mourning, i mean a more lenghthy mourn than we are currently in . If we couldnt do it, for the mighty handicap that we are, their completely assembled teams wouldnt do it and certainly didn't succeed at doing it this year. I'm referring to teams whom we crushed 6-0 such as Arsenal whom dortmund ushered out of the competition long before i grew my beard. Now they need to regroup, and examine themselves , think long and hard before uttering word's that will come out of a naive child, for the handicaped mighty have fallen and fully mighty we will return next season.