Ken Early: Ancelotti's lack of hubris shows up Mourinho's vanity

Real Madrid boss might sometimes be lost for answers, but he never loses his deep respect for the talent of exceptional footballers

Real Madrid coach Carlo Ancelotti with  striker Cristiano Ronaldo.

Real Madrid coach Carlo Ancelotti with striker Cristiano Ronaldo.

Mon, May 5, 2014, 12:00

Diego Torres’ recent book on Jose Mourinho describes how, last summer, the Chelsea coach gave an interview to ESPN that largely consisted of self-praise.

“He put so much emphasis on how well he had done everything that Fernando Palomo, the interviewer, asked why someone of his importance felt such a need to highlight each achievement. ‘Because people forget’, said Mourinho.”

Last week, Mourinho was praising himself again in response to the awkward suggestion that he is currently enduring the most unsuccessful spell of his career. In what sounded like the practised phrases of a stump speech, he listed the glories of the last four seasons: the Spanish Cup in 2010-11, “the League of all the records” in 2011-12, the Spanish Super Cup in 2012-13, and 2014’s near-misses in league and Champions League.

It seems that if Mourinho cannot be football’s most insatiable winner, he will be its most boastful loser. Win or lose, the soundtrack of a special coach’s career should be played at the same insistent volume, by the coach himself, upon his own trumpet.

Maybe there’s another way. Real Madrid’s victory over Bayern meant that Carlo Ancelotti has reached his fourth Champions League final as a coach, a record only Alex Ferguson, Marcello Lippi and Miguel Muñoz can match. If Madrid win the Cup, Ancelotti will become just the second manager after Bob Paisley to have won it three times.

Add that superb European record to league titles in three countries and Ancelotti has a claim to be regarded as the outstanding coach of his generation. Yet he has never enjoyed the global acclaim accorded Mourinho.

Maybe it has something to do with self-presentation. Certainly, it’s hard to imagine Mourinho writing a book in which he describes standing naked with his back to a mirror and craning around to observe that “my fat butt cheeks aren’t a particularly edifying spectacle”.

When Ancelotti tells that story in his own autobiography, he’s illustrating his relaxed attitude towards the uncertainties of his profession. Having sat on so many “benches that have never stopped swaying and shaking, that ass has had to withstand every level of the Richter scale . . . my ass is earthquake-proof.”

He’s cheerfully open about various failures and shortcomings. He describes the experience of being jeered by his own townsfolk – “more or less like being repudiated by your own family” – after his Reggiana conceded a late equaliser to a Cosenza side that was down to nine men. “We were a ship of fools,” he reflects, “and the captain was me.”


Istanbul final
In 2005, he stood on the sideline in Istanbul and watched Milan lose a 3-0 lead to Liverpool in six minutes. What went through his mind? “The answer is simple: nothing. Zero. My brain was a perfect vacuum, the vacuum of deep space.”

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