JOSE MOURINHO will make Real Madrid his sixth managerial post in just 10 years as he continues on his pan-European coaching journey.

He told the president of Inter Milan that he was off to the Spanish giants shortly after Inter had beaten Bayern Munich in the Champions League final.

Jose Mourinho seems to have trouble staying at one club for too long.

It is the kind of tortured wandering which fits Jose’s much reported description of himself as the special one, but which might appear plain daft to another manager who also enjoyed a great triumph this weekend, Blackpool’s Ian Holloway.

In the increasingly homogenised world of modern football – vast sums of money, absurdly inflated egos, dreary and relentless corporate speak, brand development and seedy scandal after seedy scandal – Mourinho and Holloway offer much welcome humour and occasional hilarity.

Mourinho has always struck me as an essentially comic character, dressed like a catwalk model from GQ, solemn face, dazzling teeth, perfect tan, intoning some deeply mysterious maxim about how to persuade 11 blokes on a field to play well while always managing to make himself the star of the show.

Hinting that he might consider taking over at Manchester United when their present manager retires, teasing Chelsea fans with the possibility of a return, suggesting that his magic will restore Real Madrid to the greatness of yesteryear but somehow failing to notice that the centre of the football universe is now at Bloomfield Road and not the Bernabeu.

Ian Holloway deserves every bit of acclaim that he gets. Managing Blackpool into the Premier League is a real achievement and I hope they all have a fantastic time thinking about the season to come. Whether they are a success or not is almost irrelevant, it is the simple fact that Blackpool are in the Premier League which is their triumph and I for one hope he has a ball.

One of Ian’s most amusing recent quotes was that he loves Blackpool, because, like him, it looks “better in the dark”.

Well I disagree. I think that much more light should be shed on a successful English manager with a sense of proportion, a talent for getting the best out of a bunch of journeymen and an ego of charmingly modest size who realises that it is only a game.