Mr Morinho says not yet…

Date: 9th March 2025

Mr Morinho says not yet…

The Sûreté of Govan are in mourning. Since last week their Inspector has not been seen in the station and has…

Gone missing…

Many believe that he has fallen into the Clyde.

An old, brand new Inspector, Ferguson has arrived with the welcome return for many in the Sûreté because he is a known face.

But what is unknown is the fate of Inspector Clement.

Picture the Scene

It is the beginning of March. Spring is in the air. Govan is joining in with some daffodil spotted here and there, sprouting from the ground. There are crocuses and little bluebells also emerging. Everybody’s favourite, of course, is the bluebell. For some reason naebody likes the grass…

People are scurrying around.

Scurrying about their days and nights, not noticing much change, apart from the fact that the Sûreté is depressed.

Having had their Belgian in charge for so long, it was felt that this had been an experiment that simply did not go right.

But whilst many of the criminals have continued to do what they were doing before and getting away with it, there are some people inside the Govan Sûreté office at the Big Hoose who are beginning to wonder what happens if Inspector Ferguson, a temporary position created for him, manages to do what Inspector Clement did and not bring success.

A group of people, from the Govan Sûreté, had been across to Turkey of all places this last week – to get their teeth into their problems. And to find out whether a Mr. Morinho might be interested in coming across and perhaps filling the shoes of Clement.

Clement did not like Mr. Morinho. In fact, Mr. Morinho, when asked, did not seem to have a great deal of respect for Clement.

That put him in a good place with the people of Govan.

They began to feel that somehow this Morinho fella might be exactly who they wanted.

It would mean, of course, that the Sûreté would have to change.

Gone would be the little dog as their mascot, or the chocolate little shells that everybody was handed out by the constables. What would come, perhaps, is little custard pastries who would know, because many in Govan were starting to look up Portugal on Google Maps to find out where this man came from.

But there are many in Scotland who do not look across to foreign managers and shake their head.

In fact, there are many institutions within Scotland who have gone down that particular route. The Tynecastle Tiny Tot’s Nursery, for one, has now gone German.

There’s also some Finn up in Perth, whilst in Aberdeen there is a new type of Swede marching across the Granite City.

But when they got to Turkey, this group form the Govan Sûreté, shook the hand of Mr. Morinho, looked him in the eye, and asked whether or not he would come across to manage the Sûreté in Govan.

Mr. Morinho smirked.

He didn’t smile.

He smirked.

Mr. Morinho knew all about the Sûreté in Govan and spoke warmly of it, looking forward to coming up against it, as he would do soon.

He also spoke warmly of others within the No-Mean City who had caught his eye, a certain Mr Rodgers, for one.

The group from the Govan Sûreté flinched at mention of their nemesis…

But Mr. Morinho was clear he was not looking for a new job.

He was not in need of a new job.

He had a project here in Turkey that was a large case he was following.

“I do not know much about his career,” he spoke, of Inspector Ferguson. “I respect his emotional connection between him and the office he holds. That is a very important thing. The connection between the people and the person in charge.”

There was a long pause. The group from the Govan Sûreté expected more but they got nothing as Mr. Morinho did not go any further.

And the people who had gone across from the Govan Sûreté to Turkey left his office, wondering if it had been a waste of time.

But from above, Mr. Morinho looked down, smirked again, raised his coffee cup to his lips, drained the cup, smirked, and went back to what he had been doing.

Smirking…

Back in Govan, a tall lanky guy was hovering in doorways and a cultured man with a gripe and a regret hung about shop doorways thinking that opportunity always knocks and revenge is a dish best served by him…

As for The Big Levein, he was just hinging aboot, hoping… none of them were awfy special – they didnae possess the right smirk for that…

 

Whilst the author asserts his right to this as an original piece of work there is no evidence, unless you know differently that Jose Morinho has ever been approached to manage The Rangers, so this is clearly a work of fiction.

The fact is that Morinho was asked about ever managing in Scotland in advance of his tie in Europe with Rangers. His response? “Why not?” Rangers then humped his team 3-1. Nobody knows if that put either side aff the idea…

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