Best way for me to describe it is you're sat in a bar chatting to a decent looking girl (Silva) she's nice and pleasant - you've had bad experiences in the recent past with blaggers (Brown Shoes) and cheats (Koeman) who've let you down so you just want a chilled and stable relationship (stability).
You get this burning feeling in your loins however that she's not quite the one - something about her thats missing something (in game management, poor away record).
Then you look over to the counter and see none other than Katie Price (Mourinho) - sat there sipping a Pornstar Martini, low cut skirt, baps out the lot. You know her best days are behind her (Chelsea) and that she is a wild one at heart which may all end in tears (Utd) - but you also know that she can take you to places you've been dreaming about since you was a spotty teenage virgin (24 years without a trophy).
Its just so hard Roy not to keep staring.