Hôm nay (8/3) Chelsea thất bại, Mourinho nói : “Đó là bóng đá”. Chelsea vẫn đang có một mùa bóng không đến nỗi nào và những danh hiệu vẫn đang chờ họ. Hôm nay tôi cũng thất bại. Nhưng tôi biết mình cần phải tiếp tục. Vì nhiều điều tốt đẹp vẫn đang chờ đợi phía trước và vì ĐÓ LÀ CUỘC SỐNG.
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“I used to sing those songs for the liberal organizations, you know, all that stuff you never liked me to do. Well, Jack Woltz didn’t like it either. He called me a Communist, but he couldn’t make it stick. Then I snatched a girl he had saved for himself. It was strictly a one-night stand and she came after me. What the hell could I do? Then my whore second wife throws me out. And Ginny and the kids won’t take me back unless I come crawling on my hands and knees, and I can’t sing anymore. Godfather, what the hell can I do?”
Don Corleone’s face had become cold without a hint of sympathy. He said contemptuously, “You can start by acting like a man.” Suddenly anger contorted his face. He shouted. “LIKE A MAN!” He reached over the desk and grabbed Johnny Fontane by the hair of his head in a gesture that was savagely affectionate. “By Christ in heaven, is it possible that you spent so much time in my presence and turned out no better than this? A Hollywood finocchio who weeps and begs for pity? Who cries out like a woman – ‘What shall I do? Oh, what shall I do?’”
