It is just they are the twin targets of much of the British media at the moment. In the case of the beleaguered British Prime Minister it is Brexit. And in the case of the Manchester United manager, the buzz word is exit.

May and Mourinho are both being pushed towards the cliff edge by a gathering clamour from critics who want them out.

Who will jump first? Both seem to be equally vulnerable and unpopular with the masses but my guess is that May will be toppled first.

Leaving Mourinho to do what he does best, pout, posture, sit tight and point out that should he eventually get the sack it will be one stuffed with several million banknotes.

Only this week he reckoned he was more or less bomb-proof because it would cost United too much to dispense with his services.

Sunday's (September 2) 2-0 win at Burnley eased the pressure on the 55-year-old Portuguese after back-to-back defeats to Brighton and Tottenham which had the United fans growling and scowling and the scribes pounding their keyboards venomously.

Mourinho signed a new £15 million ($11.6 million/€13 million) a year deal in January that also guaranteed him a year's money as a pay-off should he be fired. Nice work if you can get it and Jose usually can.

He remarked after Sunday's win: "If they send me away do you have any idea how much money they would have to give me?"

Yes. Fifteen million nice ones, Jose.

Mourinhio collects pay-offs like the fans collect autographs. Only in his case the signatures are scrawled across the face of cheques from super-rich club owners.

It has rightly been pointed out that nobody should forget what he did at Chelsea first time around, but it cannot be played like a trump card every time storm clouds gather at Old Trafford.

There seems little doubt that at the end of the season, if not before, he will leave United to wash up in pastures new, maybe this time as the head coach of a national team. Portugal perhaps. Or China?

Meantime, I think we should make the most of him and his brooding belligerence.

Here's a confession. I like Mourinho, and have done since I first clapped eyes on him at an Old Trafford press conference some years back after his then club Porto had played United.

I found his English easier on the ear than Sir Alex Ferguson's Scottish brogue and his approach friendlier and more forthright.

Of course times change and Mourinho's love affair with the English media has waned from what it was during his first spell at Chelsea to breaking point. Indeed, it is virtually beyond repair. 

The red tops-and some of the broadsheets are gunning for him big-time. However, I think they'll miss him when he's gone.

And I firmly believe the Premier League would be poorer without him.

Certainly the papers would struggle to find someone as infuriatingly idiosyncratic in football to fill their pages with such controversial copy.

He may no longer be quite the Special One but he is certainly one of a kind.

"I am one of the greatest managers in the world," he proclaimed in response to another fierce flurry of barbed criticism, quoting the 19th century German philosopher Hegal to defend his stance.

Hegal? Most United fans might think he was a centre-back Mourinho was trying to lure from the Bundesliga. But a young Jose obviously listened intently to his classics tutors at the Instituto Superio de Educacao Fisica in Lisbon before he opted for a career kicking a ball around and subsequently telling others how to do it.

When he quoted Hegal he used as an example his phrase "the truth is then whole; always the whole".

The inference being that when we consider Mourinho's managerial career it is his overall CV that should be taken into consideration, and not just two early season defeats.

After last month's loss to Tottenham, he held up three fingers. Not to signify the scoreline, the biggest home defeat of his professional career, but to indicate the number of Premier League titles he had won.

More than any manager currently working in the division; more than the rest of them put together was the message.

The media needs Mourinho probably more than he needs them.

Let's face it, the Premier League is as much about showbiz as soccer these days and sometimes it seems like a bit of a pantomime.

Jose may no longer be the Principal Boy. He is certainly no Baron Hardup with the pay-offs he has accrued but it seems such a shame that the one-time Prince Charming has become the Demon King.