Mourinho: If ?

[Sir X]

If Morinho win the Prem with Spurs,yuh think any man can talk to him bout " more with less". Im woulda annoint imself " special one, fi life ". REAL TALK !

Paul, a man say money is the only difference a world class count does not make a diiference, yuh remember who say dat

GI MI MI RATINGS !, BETTER YET ,I AM OWED AN APOLOGY.

[HL]

...."if"....

You are speaking uncertainty. And you are asking for ratings for "if"...........

Think before you chat.

[Sir X]

Another one that struggled in comprehension class," IF" is a determination of possibilities, nothing is certain!

If you can keep your head when all about you***

*** Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,***

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

*** But make allowance for their doubting too;***

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

*** Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,

*** And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:


If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;***

*** If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;***

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

*** And treat those two impostors just the same;***

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

*** Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

*** And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:


If you can make one heap of all your winnings

*** And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

*** And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

*** To serve your turn long after they are gone,***

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

*** Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,***

*** Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

*** If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

*** With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,***

Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,***

*** And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!