Picture the scene. Old Trafford, June. The wind blows an empty crisp packet across the hallowed turf as a lone figure emerges slowly from the tunnel. The stadium empty except for the man walking out to the centre circle to gaze around his new home. The Theatre of Dreams. The theatre from his dreams. Then, like a mid-2000s X-Factor reject, he whispers quietly to himself: "It's Jose Time." Not saying that Jose Mourinho would be quite that melodramatic of course, but those kind of...
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