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The Vitor Martins Chronicles

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Started on 27 October 2014 by Walter
Latest Reply on 24 November 2014 by Verdinho
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It's Martins' lady friend, god guys that was easy to figure out!
Tallery Close, but no cigar ;)
Josh_MU Thank you very much Josh
the champi0n fm Thanks for the kind words champ! :D
pompeyblue Thank you pompey, I'm surprised no one has guessed! :P
Pauker You're back :DDDDDDDD Thanks a lot Pauk!
Feliks Ssshhh! :P
José Mourinho.
2014-11-02 16:43#198072 Justice : José Mourinho.

Mebbe ;)

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The CTFD PortoGaia, training facilities from heaven

February 2004

Walking into the F.C Porto training complex was like walking into football heaven. In comparison with the muddy, torn pitch of the Estádio Mario Duarte, the training pitches t the CTFD PortoGaia were exemplary.

Lots of teams all trained at the one centre and it was state of the art at the very least. The exterior of the main building was pristine and the pitches around it were of the highest quality, all with either training sessions or practice matches going on.

I walked into the main building and reception area, and I asked to see José Mourinho, who had called two nights ago. Apparently, he wanted me on the coaching staff. The lady showed me to a room overlooking one of the training grounds, knocked, and waited patiently.

"Come in," that same deep voice said, the one that was familiar because I'd heard it on TV so much!

"This is Vitor Martins, he says you wanted to see him," the receptionist clarified.

"Ah, yes, I did. Thank you. Sit down, Vitor," Mourinho said, gesturing to a seat opposite his own at a wooden bench. I now had a view of the training grounds through his window, a low row of mountains in the distance.

"I just wanted to say that, I myself am an up and coming manager - I'm currently taking my badges, and you're a really good example and template for what a good manager should be," I said straight up. I just needed to get it off of my chest.

"Thank you for the kind words. Why don't we go walk around the place, I'll show you everything and everyone - and we can talk while we do it," he suggested.

"That would be perfect."

He showed me out the door and we enjoyed a great discussion on football and football management, all while he showed me round the CTFD PortoGaia like it was his own home. Mourinho was not a very bossy, disciplinarian type figure, but he seemed to command respect and the players looked up to him and listened. Something worth noting down.

"I've seen you before," he said. "Playing and in the dugout. You are quite reserved but you pay good attention to detail. That is the key to me, paying attention. Every minute detail matters, it can change a game."

I nodded. "Yes, I agree. I love to analyse a game and I think that preparation is key."

"It is. If you get it right, tactically, you can beat anyone. What is your philosophy on the game, Vitor?" Mourinho quizzed.

"Well, I prefer fast attacking, probably more counter attacking football. I prefer to adapt to what I have at my possession and I will do whatever it takes to win."

This time Mourinho nodded, he explained how winning was the priority for him and how there will be people who contest the "win at all costs" attitude and don't understand. He then spoke about Bobby Robson, his ultimate idol and tutor, before we arrived back at his office.

"Now, business wise. We agreed you'd be a coach, right? I think you'll be my 'tactical advisor', just take notes at training. Study some film at home of opponents and report back to me. If a vacany fills, you can work as an assistant manager at either the B team or the U19s if you please."

I accepted this offer and couldn't wait to work. I left at around 2:00pm so there was still time left in the day to get up to stuff. I had to organise a place to stay in Porto and manage to transport all my stuff from Aveiro to the north.

I left the CTFD PortoGaia feeling overjoyed at my new job. I was on the coaching staff of F.C Porto - this was like a dream? Was I one step closer to greatness?
Mourinho sux. Y he give a crappy coach like you a job?!
Nice gig under Mourinho :)
Interesting... ;)
Pauker ya
Nealão :'( </3
Feliks Mhm :D
Josh_MU Tyvm ;)
I wonder where Martins will go from here? :P
well.. that's a nice revolution for you. From the muddy grounds to the top facilities..
But anyway.. i'm dissapointed you do not give detailed description of the receptionist X-( @};-
Mourinho isn't much loved by the Porto hierarchy irl, so maybe you can rustle a few feathers in camp and take the job for yourself ;)
pompeyblue Still a long way to go, but don't worry football management for real will come soon ;)
Red Devil loool.
P-KIDDY Hmm, maybe ;)
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Writing History

ArenaAuf Schalke, Gelsenkirchen

May 2004

After being at Porto for only a matter of months I already felt like I'd been on one hell of a journey. Not only in the league but in Europe. The highlight had to be sitting in the dugout at Old Trafford, watching our side, José's side upsetting the odds and powering our way through to the final.

There we'd meet AS Monaco, a side who were not to be taken lightly. Beating off Spanish juggernauts Real Madrid on away goals and defeating English heavyweights Chelsea 5-3 on aggregate just about proved that.


The ArenaAuf Schalke was the perfect venue and it gave both sides an equal chance being on neutral ground. I watched over the pre-game training and had a little chat with Mourinho, who was quiet. Game time had arrived. I took my seat in the dugout and soaked in my surroundings - the noise, the fans, the pitch - everything.

The first quarter of an hour was scary. Ludovic Giuly ran the show and Monaco nearly scored on lots of separate occasions but never took their chances. As usual Mourinho would remain calm and maintain that drive and focus, instructing his players to keep doing what they were doing and the results would come.

And that's what happened. Paulo Ferreira lofted a cross in from the right and Carlos Alberto tried to tap it through to Derlei but the ball fell back to the Brazilian striker who hit a volley sweetly and it rippled the black nets of the ArenaAuf Schalke!

A defeaning roar came from the Porto fans as they erupted, waving their white and blue flags in the air whilst yelling at the top of their lungs. It was a moment to savour.

We were left frightened in the second half when Spanish striker Fernando Morientes put the ball in the back of the net, only for it to be luckily called out for offside. Our lead remained. I could feel my heart beating at about twice its normal rate, things were getting nerveracking.

With around twenty minutes to play the Porto players rushed onto the counter attack. Deco played the ball out to the Russian Alenchiev on the left before he cut it back, allowing the Portuguese midfielder all the time in the world to coolly slot the ball home, sending the goalkeeper the wrong way in the process. This time I even got up out of the dugout as did the rest of the staff team. We knew, though, that there was plenty of football to be played.

But only four minutes later we were given the freedom of celebration, for real this time. Derlei broke free on the left and crossed the ball but it took a huge deflection off of Sébastien Squillaci. The ball bounced high in the air and Alenchiev judged it perfectly and he powered the ball home past Flavio Roma to all but seal it. Game. Set. Match.

Only seconds remained, now. It was only a matter of time. Hearing the referee, Kim Milton Neilsen blowing the final whistle was another moment to savour. We rushed out onto the pitch and celebrated, even Mourinho cracked a smile and held aloft the 'Big Ears' trophy much to the delight of our travelling fans.

I had been apart of something special, I had helped create history.


It was only a couple of days later, but it was still too early for me. José Mourinho called us all into his office and said he had an announcement to make. He told us he'd received an offer from English giants Chelsea and had accepted it. He'd be their new manager for the 2004-05 season.

After asking a few others, he came over to me and asked if I'd like to follow him to South London. This was a hugely tempting offer...

But something told me to stay. I don't know what it was but I just felt that by biding my time my opportunity would arrive. I wanted to be a manager, not a coach, and staying was probably the best way for me to find an opportunity to become one.

You are reading "The Vitor Martins Chronicles".

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