No Pressure Pep and Ruminations on Switching Leagues

The grass is always greener.

It was recently revealed to me through sources close to the situation (i.e. not me but somebody I know) that when Pep Guardiola had dinner with Sir Alex Ferguson in New York City during the U.S. Open, the Spaniard asked the Scotsman when he planned to retire. Sir Alex said he didn't know.

Because he didn't.

Truthfully.

So when Pep signed the contract with Bayern Munich, for Jupp Heynckes, it was on!

What better way to go out and piss on the grave of 'What Have You Done For Me Lately' than win the first ever treble in Bundesliga history.

No Pressure.

No Pressure Pep.

So close to signing for a club with relatively equal historical success when you consider leadership in the healthiest leagues financially. Manchester United in the English Premier League and Bayern Munich in the Bundesliga. The birthplace of stardom for David Beckham and Cristiano Ronaldo side-by-side with FC Hollywood.

This status is only reserved for the highest echelon coach with elite standards and coaching methods. Speaking of which, his nemesis has swapped Spain for Inglaterra; Real Madrid for Chelsea.

The Special One. The Only One. The One.

Next thing you know, he'll be just 'The'.

No, but this time Jose comes home with his tail between his legs and no trophies.

Or is it that he was ready to dominate a league that has a sudden void of star power in the tactical acumen department? He never quite closed the deal in Chelsea. He was one John Terry pk away from new historical precedence winning the Champions League on Drogba's back. Clearly, the Prem's his if he keeps his head together and relents from selling MVP Mata.

Meanwhile, Roberto Martinez has a new home, but he's also in a new league. It's called above the relegation zone. Gabriele Marcotti may claim that the free flowing, exciting style of play we'd expect from a Jurgen Klinsmann speech can be maintained by Martinez at Everton, but he's got to at least prove he can finish of the top half of the table. That song will get old fast and the man won't last.

The FA Cup win demonstrates his ability to adjust to opponents in a tournament style competition, although it diminished the potency of their regular season returns on investment sinking into the nPower Championship and coachless.

Carlo Ancelotti tried to leave PSG. Real Madrid President Florentino Perez sang his siren song from the Spanish capitol.

Meanwhile, Heynckes is #2 on the list for Madrid.

He won the Champions League there before, and he's not afraid to do it again.  The retirement may in fact fall short as his stock is high and he's at the top of his game weighing retirement with Cristiano Ronaldo.

Meanwhile, Mancini and Man City tifosi express their love for each other taking out ads in one other's rags. How long until the scarved one wins another cup or league? Shouldn't take long.

And Rafa Benitez laughs menacingly in southern Europe's most promising mid-tier club ready to take on the big boys in the Champions League again.

Enough of this Europa League madness. It's time he competed again at the highest level, meticulously putting baby in the corner. In other words, he's square and as the great Giorgio Chinaglia said, 'Everyone sings in Napoli.' The butcher outside sweeping his front stoop. The rose peddler.

Napoletani are vibrant people who care about their calcio. On multiple occasions, the San Paolo stadia has rocked that city with richter scale worthy measurements.

Mostly due to Cavani goals.

Didn't have that scale when Maradona roamed the territory like a mini Mustafa.

The one name rarely mentioned made history at Lazio as a player but you have to imagine he lurks on the verge of an Italian job. He loves England, but he won with talent and only a handful of teams boast talent on par with Chelsea.

That man is one of the RM's. One of the managers on the coaching carousel that at one point in time this summer film magnate, uncle to the lovely chef Giada, and owner of S.S.C. Napoli, Aurelio de Laurentiis boasted would call the cliffs of Capri casa.

Rafael Benitez Maudes? Napoli wants him to win Champions League games.

Roberto Mancini? Nope. Saw him in the food stamp line on Friday. Taking a break.

Roberto Martinez? Not even close.

Roberto Di Matteo? Well, is there anybody else who has won as many trophies per game while at Chelsea? His winning rate may have only been 52.2%, but he led the Blues to FA and Champions League Cup glory in less than a season.

Whoever signs him must consider the maturity as a trainer, but the stock's price is waning. The iron is still too hot to touch, but cooling rapidly. Would be shocked if it was Roma. Would be shocked greater if he stays in Abromovic's welfare lines for another season.