Mourinho and Inter Milan s last night in the Champions League, he did not say goodbye, he knew that as long as he turned back, he would never leave again

That night, Mourinho did not say goodbye, he did not dare.

Everyone thought he was not nostalgic, but in fact he was more fragile than anyone else that night. At the moment the Champions League final whistle sounded, Inter Milan won the three championships, and Meacha was destined to be recorded in history forever. But just as everyone was immersed in madness, the man turned around and left.

He did not enter the locker room, did not get on the team bus, and did not say goodbye to anyone.

is like a magician who is carefully arranged but suddenly gives up on explanation, leaving only a miracle and then disappearing into the sea of ​​people.

Many years later, someone asked about that night. Mourinho's eyes were drifting. He just said, "Because I know that as long as I look back, I will never go."

Mourinho's coaching career has never lacked a grand farewell. He left Chelsea twice; left Real Madrid, Manchester United, Tottenham... all of them were in a rushing drama scene, with media chasing, fans shouting, and opponents sarcastic.

But that time - in Madrid in 2010, he quietly "escaped". That was not the departure of a head coach, but more like a person who loved him deeply. He chose to close his eyes and turn around before breaking up.

He was afraid that he would become weak, and that once he returned to the familiar locker room, he would cry when he looked at every player he had led, honed, and praised to the top. He was afraid that he would be reluctant to leave when he heard those brothers sing "Pazza Inter" with a smile.

He was even more afraid of going back to Milan, so he walked into Meacha and looked at the blue and black ocean and would regret it.

That year, he was 44 years old.

is not a fledgling young man, nor is he an old coach who has experienced vicissitudes of life. He was in his prime, but for the first time he understood that the coach would be trapped by emotions.

He could have signed with Real Madrid before the Champions League, but he refused. He said: "I can't coach Inter Milan's last game with the next stop. I want to hand myself over to this team in a clean and complete manner."

Many people regard Mourinho as the "king of power struggles", saying that he is good at management and is better at self-protection.

But that night, he chose to be affectionate without defense. This is not a head coach fulfilling his career, but more like a man fulfilling a wish.

But even so calm and firm, he couldn't escape unscathed. In the parking lot, a car caught up with him. Matrazi got out of the car, didn't say anything, but walked over and gave Mourinho a long hug.

At that moment, Mourinho finally couldn't hold back and tears couldn't stop flowing. After hugging, he drove away without looking back. He knew that look was all he could give.

This scene has become the deepest shot in Inter Milan fans' hearts.

You may not love Mourinho, but you cannot deny that his blue and black year was destined. He used tactics to support the skeleton of this team and tied everyone's hearts together with his emotions.

Mota, Cambiaso, Etoo, Milito, Zanetti... Those are not the so-called "strongest stars", but everyone played their own peak that season.

That is not a pile of Galaxy battleships, but a real team that is trusted, activated, and drained. And all of this was created by Mourinho.

There is no contractual relationship between him and Inter Milan at all.

He loves them, just like a paranoid father loves a group of unpopular sons.

He didn't need a farewell ceremony because he knew too much that farewell was never solved by a turn.

It is hidden in all your memories later, in the goal that Milito will pop up in your mind when you watch Real Madrid, Manchester United, and Tottenham every game.

He later said: "I have a copy of the trophy, but I want to be honest, I don't care about the trophy, I care about those emotions."

These words sound like Versailles, but they are very irritating to think about it carefully. A champion coach, a man who has won everything, the last thing he cares about is not the tactical board or the contract amount, but the people who have not said goodbye well.

It may be because of this unspoken farewell that Mourinho has been constantly "replicating" his past self later.

He wants to build another Inter Milan, but from Real Madrid to Manchester United to Tottenham, the players he meets are no longer "crazy" and no longer trust him unconditionally. He was looking for the smell of that locker room, but times have changed. More than ten years have passed, some players have retired, some have become guests, and some have opened restaurants, but when you ask them what they think of Mourinho, they will tell you: "We are not playing football for ourselves, but for him."

When a coach does this, he has long gone beyond the definition of "tactical master".

So don't say that Mourinho is cold, he just doesn't want you to see his side. His posture of leaving seemed merciless, but in fact it was his last gentleness.

He buried his emotions and protected the joy of the players with silence. He knew that this night should belong to them, not to one who was leaving.

He was afraid to turn back, not because of his cowardice, but because of his love too much.

And love means you dare not take a look, for fear that you will never be able to make your way.

So don't say that farewell is a casual turn. Some real farewell is to seal the emotions of that moment into your life when you say nothing.

Mourinho chose to escape, but it was precisely because of this that night that became the gentlest and most harsh victory in his life.