Mourinho buys Reguilon $650 ham after Spurs' win over Man City

[mawspurs]

Jose Mourinho has continued on his social media charm offensive by sharing an unexpected photo of himself and Tottenham Hotspur defender Sergio Reguilon posing next to a large Spanish ham.

Source: ESPN

According to Spanish newspaper ABC, Mourinho gave Reguilon some extra motivation in the build-up to Tottenham's Premier League match against Manchester City on Saturday, promising the Spain international the best leg of pork on the market if he could stop Riyad Mahrez dribbling past him during the match.

 

[VegasII]

He could buy him West Ham for less than that.

 

[Gassin's finest]

https://www.spurscommunity.co.uk/index.php?threads/getting-sacked-in-the-morning.113171/post-4291667

 

[popstar7]

If you want to keep a Spanish guy happy that acorn-fed pig meat is the way to do it.

 

[E17yid]

Him referencing the price is like me saying “I got my mate this single stick of chewing gum, it cost me 1p but I keep my promises”

 

[JimmyG2]

He should have gone to Aldi.
My local one in Spain has one for 23 Euros (looks a bit fatty)
and the very best top of the range Jamon Iberico is 119 Euros. (8kg)

 

[popstar7]

You'd pay a lot more than £120 for the best stuff. £500 isn't unrealistic.

 

[Spurs 1961]

Yawn

 

[yid-down-under]

He could buy him West Ham for less than that.

you get better value though from a dead pig

 

[Metalhead]

Yawn

Ha ha what were you expecting from the article?

 

[theShiznit]

Ha ha what were you expecting from the article?

I think (like me) he was expecting an Eli Roth inspired tale of How Mourinho went to a Hostel style establishment where he paid £650 for Sergio to be left alone in a room with a prize winning pig (that was plucked off the streets of Amsterdam whilst on a back packing holiday) to do with as he pleases...


I am disappoint.


Just me then?

 

[dontcallme]

Ha ha what were you expecting from the article?

I guessed the headline told the whole story.

 

[TheTanguy]

Next week a £1200 ham after he has kept Ziyech quiet.

 

[sausage]

https://www.spurscommunity.co.uk/index.php?threads/getting-sacked-in-the-morning.113171/post-4291667

Who's that poster anyway? Staff but hasn't logged on in 3 years?

Assuming he wasn't also subject to "The Departed" style ending and got him by a ham back in 2017

 

[Neon_Knight_]

Next week a £1200 ham after he has kept Ziyech quiet.

Or if Davies plays instead - the finest leg of lamb!

 

[olliec]

I thought it was a goose ?

 

[Metalhead]

I think (like me) he was expecting an Eli Roth inspired tale of How Mourinho went to a Hostel style establishment where he paid £650 for Sergio to be left alone in a room with a prize winning pig (that was plucked off the streets of Amsterdam whilst on a back packing holiday) to do with as he pleases...


I am disappoint.


Just me then?

Maybe a little above realistic expectations.

 

[Metalhead]

I guessed the headline told the whole story.

Very much so.

 

[rez9000]

Ha ha what were you expecting from the article?

Serg I Oreg, the guy they called 'the Lion', looked around the room as the acrid stench of cordite scoured his nostrils.

"That's what it's all about, Joe" he rumbled.

Joe Z Morain's Portuguese eyes narrowed as he surveyed the carnage. "Did you get the Ginger Belgian?"

"Not personally. The Moose squashed him. But I took out the Moor. Stiletto to the throat."

"Did he suffer?"

Oreg nodded. His eyes narrowed. He pulled out his submachine gun and began to pick his teeth with it.

"Oh yeeeeeeah... big time"

"Nice. Just like I said"

"Yep. And you know what that means, don't you, chief? What time it is? Payment time. Break out the pig leg."

Morain's eyes narrowed. The Lion's finger tightened on the trigger as they sized each other up. The air crackled with tension and the rest of the unit took a step back, even Perfectly Acceptable, who wasn't afraid of anything. Across the room, Viking, Sugar and the Manbun exchanged glances, their eyes narrow. 'Pig leg'? It couldn't be... not after all these years...

The Iberico!

Some of the unit were grizzled veterans, some were young punks itching for a fight. But every one had heard of the Iberico - the Portuguese's jewel in the crown. Some said the acorns that went into the Iberico were grown by a 1000-year old Japanese swordsmith who blinded himself after he'd eaten just one. Many a night had been passed by the two Brazil Boys - Landing and Strip - by swapping stories of the Iberico.

Were they going to get to see it at last? Was Z going to finally hand it over? All eyes narrowed.

Morain threw back his head and roared with laughter. "Sure, sure, Lion - I've got your pig leg." Scraping the remains of a randomer with tattoos on his neck off a table, he slammed a case down on the brain-caked surface. Flipping the switches, he opened the lid and there it was:

The Iberico!

"All yours Lion. Just remember." Morain's eyes narrowed. "Slice it.... thin."

 

[popstar7]

Serg I Oreg, the guy they called 'the Lion', looked around the room as the acrid stench of cordite scoured his nostrils.

"That's what it's all about, Joe" he rumbled.

Joe Z Morain's Portuguese eyes narrowed as he surveyed the carnage. "Did you get the Ginger Belgian?"

"Not personally. The Moose squashed him. But I took out the Moor. Stiletto to the throat."

"Did he suffer?"

Oreg nodded. His eyes narrowed. He pulled out his submachine gun and began to pick his teeth with it.

"Oh yeeeeeeah... big time"

"Nice. Just like I said"

"Yep. And you know what that means, don't you, chief? What time it is? Payment time. Break out the pig leg."

Morain's eyes narrowed. The Lion's finger tightened on the trigger as they sized each other up. The air crackled with tension and the rest of the unit took a step back, even Perfectly Acceptable, who wasn't afraid of anything. Across the room, Viking, Sugar and the Manbun exchanged glances, their eyes narrow. 'Pig leg'? It couldn't be... not after all these years...

The Iberico!

Some of the unit were grizzled veterans, some were young punks itching for a fight. But every one had heard of the Iberico - the Portuguese's jewel in the crown. Some said the acorns that went into the Iberico were grown by a 1000-year old Japanese swordsmith who blinded himself after he'd eaten just one. Many a night had been passed by the two Brazil Boys - Landing and Strip - by swapping stories of the Iberico.

Were they going to get to see it at last? Was Z going to finally hand it over? All eyes narrowed.

Morain threw back his head and roared with laughter. "Sure, sure, Lion - I've got your pig leg." Scraping the remains of a randomer with tattoos on his neck off a table, he slammed a case down on the brain-caked surface. Flipping the switches, he opened the lid and there it was:

The Iberico!

"All yours Lion. Just remember." Morain's eyes narrowed. "Slice it.... thin."

Take a bow, son.