*Jose Mourinho voice, leaning back in the chair, smirking:*
"Listen, I don’t cry. I don’t cry because a player leaves the team. This is football. Players come, players go. But I tell you this—when she was in my team, I gave her everything. I built the tactics around her. I played a low block when she needed security, I pressed high when she needed excitement. But some players, they don’t appreciate discipline. They want to play for a club with no structure, no defensive organization, just vibes and counter-attacks.
Maybe she thought I was too defensive, too pragmatic. Maybe she wanted a manager who plays beautiful football but concedes five goals per game. That is not me. I win titles. I don’t play for Instagram highlights.
At the end of the day, she forced the transfer. She wanted a new project. Maybe she went for a manager who promises her tiki-taka but will get sacked in six months. Maybe she joined a club with no history, no identity. That is her choice.
Me? I move on. I don’t beg. I rebuild. And in the end, when she is sitting on the bench somewhere, realizing she left a Champions League-winning manager for mid-table football, she will remember—Jose told you so."
Chatgpt cooked
"Listen, I don’t cry. I don’t cry because a player leaves the team. This is football. Players come, players go. But I tell you this—when she was in my team, I gave her everything. I built the tactics around her. I played a low block when she needed security, I pressed high when she needed excitement. But some players, they don’t appreciate discipline. They want to play for a club with no structure, no defensive organization, just vibes and counter-attacks.
Maybe she thought I was too defensive, too pragmatic. Maybe she wanted a manager who plays beautiful football but concedes five goals per game. That is not me. I win titles. I don’t play for Instagram highlights.
At the end of the day, she forced the transfer. She wanted a new project. Maybe she went for a manager who promises her tiki-taka but will get sacked in six months. Maybe she joined a club with no history, no identity. That is her choice.
Me? I move on. I don’t beg. I rebuild. And in the end, when she is sitting on the bench somewhere, realizing she left a Champions League-winning manager for mid-table football, she will remember—Jose told you so."
Chatgpt cooked