The war of words between Mourinho and Arsène took a new turn yesterday after Arsène spoke out again yesterday to explain how he felt that the little spat was a bit embarrassing to both he and Mourinho—but mostly to Mourinho:
The whole affair reminds me of the back-and-forth reminds of Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, in which Pee-Wee, the dapper but nerdy kid with a shiny red-and-white bike, faces Frances Buxton, an oily, wealthy, smarmy rival who can buy anything he wants, especially Pee-wee's bike. In one face-off, the exchange goes like this:
Classic, classic stuff. Much as I hate to cast Arsène as Pee-wee, the Mourinho-Buxton pairing is straight out of central casting. There you have it.
Right. Well, last I checked, we have an actual match to prepare for with Bayern coming to town on Wednesday. Chelsea have to travel to Galatasaray, where I hope Eboué can again endear himself to the Gooner faithful.
'Til next time, thanks for stopping by.
I do not want to go into those silly, disrespectful remarks. I never spoke about him in my press conference, and I will not start now. The only thing I know is it is more embarrassing for Chelsea than for me. I am embarrassed for him. Honestly. I am more disappointed for Chelsea than for me. I am not interested in the subject at all. If you are interested, and you have nothing better to do in your life, you are free to do it. I love football. What is interesting for me is what happens on the pitch.Now, whether Arsène actually spoke about Mourinho or only alluded to him is beside the point.
The whole affair reminds me of the back-and-forth reminds of Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, in which Pee-Wee, the dapper but nerdy kid with a shiny red-and-white bike, faces Frances Buxton, an oily, wealthy, smarmy rival who can buy anything he wants, especially Pee-wee's bike. In one face-off, the exchange goes like this:
Pee-wee: I
wouldn't sell my bike for all the money in the world. Not for a hundred
million, trillion, billion dollars!
Francis: Then you're crazy!
Pee-wee: I know you are but what am I?
Francis: You're a nerd!
Pee-wee: I know you are but what am I?
Francis: You're an idiot!
Francis: Then you're crazy!
Pee-wee: I know you are but what am I?
Francis: You're a nerd!
Pee-wee: I know you are but what am I?
Francis: You're an idiot!
Pee-wee: I know
you are but what am I?
Pee-wee and Francis together: I know you are but what am I? I know you are
but what am I? I know you are but what am I?
Pee-wee: Infinity!
Francis: No, I'm
not.
Pee-wee and Francis together: You are! No way! Knock it off! Cut it out!
Francis: Shut up,
Pee-wee!
Pee-wee: Why
don't you make me.
Francis: You make
me!
Pee-wee: Because.
I don't make monkeys, I just train 'em.
Francis: Pee-wee
listen to reason.
[Pee-Wee
cups his hand around his ear and peers about, listening intently]
Francis: Pee-wee!
Pee-wee: Sh! I'm
listening to reason. Classic, classic stuff. Much as I hate to cast Arsène as Pee-wee, the Mourinho-Buxton pairing is straight out of central casting. There you have it.
Right. Well, last I checked, we have an actual match to prepare for with Bayern coming to town on Wednesday. Chelsea have to travel to Galatasaray, where I hope Eboué can again endear himself to the Gooner faithful.
'Til next time, thanks for stopping by.