Casual observers of the world of football may glimpse Jose Mourinho in a watch advert or in the gossip pages and think, "Who is this smooth-talking silver fox? He seems cool, calm, sophisticated and confident like a Portuguese James Bond". These people would be wrong. Very, very wrong.
Since bursting into public consciousness as Porto's overachieving young manager, Jose has just as often baffled and bemused football fans as he has impressed them.
Mourinho's place in the management Hall of Fame is assured, having notched up countless domestic trophies as well as two UEFA Cup/Europa League wins and two Champions League victories. Despite his successes, Mourinho's victories have often come at a price for neutral fans with controlling, defensive tactics regularly leaving neutrals bored to tears.
As a football personality, they can have no such complaints - Mourinho is mad. Not in a "Ooh - look at me, I've got one of the training cones on my head" way that managers are mad, in a proper "I will do a press conference about bird-flu then attack Tito Vilanova" way.
The man is genuinely psychotic. Then brilliant. Then psychotic again.