Surprised there was a Man Utd fan outside Old Trafford at that time of night, you would have thought they would have been on the long drive back to London.
Maybe, they were staying at a nice hotel on the Salford Quays.
"You're going home to a mansion in Milan, £8 million a year and a loving family, whilst I live in Ardwick, am 48, impotent with a beer belly and middling alcoholism"
Silly Manc - what's he going to do when he sees his mates - say 'oooh that nasty Mourinho punched me so I went to tell a big policeman about it'? What a poofter.
Not from the Greater Manchester Area. No injuries. Chant of "You're going home". What a pile of bullshit. Although, having watched Man U in a pub last night, exactly what I'd expect.
I accept the law is the law, but I can't help feeling it's quite pathetic that a grown man, who in all probability was right in Mourinho's face, giving it large and breathing lager fumes all over him, has now gone running to the police because he's a had a bit of a slap as a result.
Put it down to experience, you tosser, and get over yourself.
Any day now, I expect to see his story featuring in The Sun, inevitably featuring a photo of the "victim" pulling a sad face, entitled "Mourin-no! Fan's Fear After Jose Attack", and describing how his love for the game has all but disappeared as a result of the terrible assault, and how he's afraid to leave his house.