In the streets of Rome, the wind blows gently, as if it still carries the residual warmth of the burning years. The cheers on the pitch still seemed to be ringing in my ears, it was Mourinho's name being called over and over again. His tactics board is always full of winning strategies, and his eyes are always flashing with the desire to win the championship. 
Fans can't tell which day that particular coach will come back, and there are so many thoughts that the clock next to the stadium is turning. "This lyric is like the voice of every fan who misses Mourinho, who is looking forward to his return, like waiting for the first warm sun of spring. Jose Mourinho led Roma to win the inaugural UEFA Europa League and runners-up in the Europa League, which was the glory of Roma and the carnival in the hearts of the fans. 
However, the world of football is always full of uncertainties. Shortly after Roma climbed to the top, Jose Mourinho was ruthlessly sacked by the team. This news, like the cold wind in winter, is biting and painful. The fans couldn't accept the fact that their Jose Mourinho, the man who had brought them so much joy and hope, just left. Every inch of grass on the pitch has left the footprints of Jose Mourinho. Every time he conducts, every time he celebrates, it is deeply imprinted in the hearts of the fans. They miss those days, the figure that stood firm in the wind and rain, the white-haired madman who waved his fist after victory. 
I don't think you'll be back one day. "Fans prayed silently in their hearts that Mourinho's football philosophy and his obsessive pursuit of victory would eventually lead him back to his own stage. They are looking forward to that day and to seeing Jose Mourinho on the sidelines again, directing the game and leading the team to victory. Time is ticking, and Mourinho's shadow seems to be getting farther and farther away. The hearts of the fans are full of nostalgia for him, gratitude to him, and reluctance to him. They know that no matter when Mourinho returns, or if he returns, his place in their hearts will always be irreplaceable. 
On the night in Rome, under the stars, the fans were still singing that song, remembering the man who had brought them endless glory. They believe that one day, Mourinho will come back again and lead them to victory again, as the song says. Perhaps this is the best ending, although the madman failed to achieve the boss's goal and failed to bring the team back to the long-awaited Champions League, but the magic bird has tried his best, but he has no power to return to the sky, he has a clear conscience! Mourinho is the first man to arrive at the training ground every day, including players and assistant coaches, and he has been thinking, directing and fighting every minute on and off the field, and he has already improved the temperament of this team. Roma have rediscovered the mentality of a strong team. 
Maybe continue to lead the team, the team still can't return to the Champions League track through the league and European competitions, some players of the team have rebelled, and last year's league 1-4 defeat, some fans began to question Mu Shuai. Keep bringing it, maybe the team may collapse! Now let the fans with a respect, a good memory, with the collective singing of the Olympic Stadium in Rome, may be the best end! Good bye! Mourinho, this is the best goodbye
On the starry night of Rome, the singing echoed in the silent streets, and the hearts of the fans, like a trickle of water, converged into the nostalgia and waiting for one person.
They chanted, the tune full of glory and dreams, the man named Mourinho, who had lit the light of hope in their hearts.
He, the name of the madman, is like a banner hunting and fluttering in the wind, and the unfinished mission is like an unfinished chapter, leaving endless imagination. 
The boss's dream, returning to the palace of the Champions League, in his hands, is like quicksand, within reach but drifting.
Magic Bird, he did his best, and despite the irreversible wheel of fate, he was the first man to arrive at the training ground, rain or shine.
He was thinking, directing, and fighting on and off the field, every minute and every second, and he allowed Roma to find the soul of a strong team and recast the team's temperament and demeanor.
However, perhaps moving forward, the road is still full of thorns, the cracks in the team, the rebellion of the players, and the doubts of the fans, like clouds covering the sun. 
Last year's fiasco lingered like a nightmare, and moving forward may only usher in more loss and pain.
Therefore, with singing farewell, let respect and good memories accompany you, the collective singing of the Olympic Stadium in Rome is the best tribute to the hero.
Goodbye, Mourinho, this is not the end, but a new beginning, your footprints, shining as bright as the stars, will always illuminate the night sky of Rome.
This is the best farewell, not tears, but applause and singing, the highest respect for a great coach, the most affectionate respect for a legend.
Goodbye, José, your story will forever be engraved in the hearts of the city of Rome, until one day, as the song goes, you will come back again and lead us again to the other side of victory. 