God asks: are you interested in becoming a star? Do you want to be outrageously successful and self-confident in a very high-profile position? Would you like to have a compliant and obliging boss who is the ultimate sugar daddy?
Would you also like to toil for this boss in one of the world's truly great cities and head up one of that city's most visible and iconic institutions? It's an institution that has seen some lean times over the past 50 years. You could well be the toast of the town if you turned it around. And how about being blessed with stylish grace and swarthy good looks as well?
God wants to know, are you interested? Me, I certainly am. I would love to be Jose Mourinho right about now.
As the manager of Chelsea, the top team in the English Premier League, Jose is the cat in the catbirds' seat. The supremely confident Portuguese native is wrapping up his first season in England, and barring a major slip, will guide Chelsea to their first title in 50 years.
Last season he took an unheralded FC Porto side to the championship in the top European club competition, in the world for that matter, by winning the Champions League. He was lured away from FC Porto by the deepest pockets in professional sports, Chelsea's Russian owner Roman Abramovich. If you're a Chelsea fan, it's a match made in heaven.
But if you're not, apparently it's the barbarians at the gates. Nobody has come under more ridicule in English football this year than the dapper manager from Portugal. Even perpetual combatants like Manchester United's Sir Alex Ferguson and Arsenal's Arsene Wenger have finally found something to agree on: their dislike of Mourinho's manner.
Well, tough break. While Jose may yet fall flat on his face, he seems completely unburdened by that notion. He doesn't care if he is managing a game at Benfica or haughty Old Trafford; Jose won't change what he is. And what he is, is a brash and outspoken operator who seems to know a little something about running a soccer team.
