Just as the world was starting to bend to Jose Mourinho’s will again, along came a pugnacious, inspired Atlético to spoil the plan. The prize could have been no greater: a chance for Mourinho to take the snout of his former employers in Spain and rub it in the dirt of Lisbon for a final freighted with grudges. To get to Real Madrid and settle his scores, though, Mourinho had first to get past Atlético, the city’s other, blue-collar club, whose super-agitated coach, Diego Simeone, made his Chelsea counterpart look like the Dalai Lama in the technical area.