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Having said last week that I'm bored to tears of talking about nothing but the big two, Mr Mourinho spends Sunday giving the best copy to tired hacks like me.
The new rules of football are, according to St Jose, that you can never get a penalty against Man U and Chelsea can never get a penalty period.
Even with Boro bias seething through me veins I cannot see why Walton didn't give a spot-kick for the O'Shea challenge on Saturday. You could say he wasn't in a good position but he was in the stadium, wasn't he? So he saw what we all saw.
Mourinho's right. Penalties for away teams at Old Trafford are scarcer than healthy Man U centre-backs.
However, when your Warnocks or your Jewells make this complaint you can sympathise. When Mourinho, off the back of his boys bottling it, decides to blame the officials, you're left with only one conclusion: sour grapes. And sour grapes make a terrrible whine.
In any case, I don't see officials raining gifts upon players when they visit the Bridge, do you? And when you consider the amount of times a Terry star-jump resulted in hand touching ball last season, you wonder just where Jose gets the nerve.
Of course there's a reason these two money-pits get more decisions in their favour than everyone else - Watford haven't had too many spot-kicks this season 'cos you have to be in the opposition penalty area to get one. Fergie and Jose have better players and create more chances. Simple as that.
While Sourinho moans about Manchester's great fortune, the professional players seem all too ready to accept that Old Trafford's first team is the best going right now. You couldn't argue with the PFA's preferred XI, except I'd have had Calamity James between the sticks.
And for Ronaldo to bag both young player and player of the year is pretty amazing when you consider the witch-hunts that were being prepared for him after the World Cup. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who had a picture of him on my dartboard.
Old Beetroot Face deserves a lot of credit for keeping the kid here and encouraging him to ditch the snorkel and flippers. Drogba's kept his writhing to a minimum 'n' all and he came second.
Moral of the story: stay on your feet - especially if they're fancy twinkly ones like Cristiano's - then we like you; flap around on the deck like an oily seabird, we hate you.
Mind you, old habits and all that, I have a horrible feeling there's going to be a bit more of the latter for the last four games of the season. There could be more tumbles in 360 minutes than Beth Tweddle's managed in a lifetime.
The new rules of football are, according to St Jose, that you can never get a penalty against Man U and Chelsea can never get a penalty period.
Even with Boro bias seething through me veins I cannot see why Walton didn't give a spot-kick for the O'Shea challenge on Saturday. You could say he wasn't in a good position but he was in the stadium, wasn't he? So he saw what we all saw.
Mourinho's right. Penalties for away teams at Old Trafford are scarcer than healthy Man U centre-backs.
However, when your Warnocks or your Jewells make this complaint you can sympathise. When Mourinho, off the back of his boys bottling it, decides to blame the officials, you're left with only one conclusion: sour grapes. And sour grapes make a terrrible whine.
In any case, I don't see officials raining gifts upon players when they visit the Bridge, do you? And when you consider the amount of times a Terry star-jump resulted in hand touching ball last season, you wonder just where Jose gets the nerve.
Of course there's a reason these two money-pits get more decisions in their favour than everyone else - Watford haven't had too many spot-kicks this season 'cos you have to be in the opposition penalty area to get one. Fergie and Jose have better players and create more chances. Simple as that.
While Sourinho moans about Manchester's great fortune, the professional players seem all too ready to accept that Old Trafford's first team is the best going right now. You couldn't argue with the PFA's preferred XI, except I'd have had Calamity James between the sticks.
And for Ronaldo to bag both young player and player of the year is pretty amazing when you consider the witch-hunts that were being prepared for him after the World Cup. I'm sure I wasn't the only one who had a picture of him on my dartboard.
Old Beetroot Face deserves a lot of credit for keeping the kid here and encouraging him to ditch the snorkel and flippers. Drogba's kept his writhing to a minimum 'n' all and he came second.
Moral of the story: stay on your feet - especially if they're fancy twinkly ones like Cristiano's - then we like you; flap around on the deck like an oily seabird, we hate you.
Mind you, old habits and all that, I have a horrible feeling there's going to be a bit more of the latter for the last four games of the season. There could be more tumbles in 360 minutes than Beth Tweddle's managed in a lifetime.
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