By Chris Wright
Pink-faced, sweat-swathed, gesticulating wildly and permanently on the verge of some sort of massive cardiovascular episode, we’ve fallen in love with Mexico coach Miguel Herrera just a little bit over the course of the World Cup.
Here’s our visual guide to reading his mood…
“Please welcome, standing a 5-foot tall and weighing in at 220 lb – from Hidalgo, Mexico – the undisputed heavyweight champion of the dugout: MIGUEL…”BLOODBATH”…HERRRRRERA!!”
It’s always nice to win a corner
“TWO CORNERS!!”
“Are you not ENTERTAINED?”
“Fight me bitches!”
“Who dares interrupt me during a Bublé session?”
“Gringos, coming over the hill, AAAATTAAACK!!!”
“The only time I can truly be at rest is in the arms of my true love”
“Right, enough rest. NOW WE RIDE TO WAAAAARRRR!!!”
“HORALE BIIIIITTTTCHHHES!”
“Goddamn shooting pains in the right arm”
“Where the f**k did I leave my Digoxin?”
(Photos: PA)