Itranspired the manager was able to withstand defeat by lower-league opposition. He weathered a decisive continental showpiece against one of the worst Tottenham teams in living memory. He could survive home defeats to domestic rivals, a lowly league position, his rigid approach, squandering the team's best academy products, the 32% win rate, labeling his team the worst in Manchester United history. But there was a single opponent with whom Ruben Amorim would not be allowed to engage. You come at the sporting director, you had better succeed.
Unfortunately, similar to numerous top-flight defender during Blackburn Rovers' title-winning campaign, Amorim came at the executive and seems to have missed. The most casual observer will notice the irony here: a coach who frequently berated his squad for losing one-on-one duels succumbing when confronted by the intense pressure and animal charisma of one of the Premier League’s most intimidating sporting directors.
And frankly, this whole bruising episode seems to paint Jason Wilcox in a different perspective. Perhaps it might have been tempting, based on his brief stint in a similar role with the Saints, to regard him as little more than a drudge in the United exoskeleton: a man who owed his position as much to his close relationship with his former boss Omar Berrada rather than any demonstrable skill. How wrong we all were. By masterfully outsmarting the club's celebrated head coach, just as he bested the hapless Dan Ashworth earlier, Jason Wilcox has demonstrated as one of the sport’s strategic masterminds: a strategic mind that the club's mid-table rivals are now justifiably concerned.
To illustrate, this was the director , after being involved in the hierarchy that appointed the 3-4-3 fundamentalist the coach originally, played a key role in attempting to convince him to ditch his beloved formation. Naturally, these entreaties were resisted. But perhaps these judgements carry more weight when delivered from the mouth of a man the impeccable soccer background of Jason Wilcox, a veteran of three England caps and a contributor to a championship team from 31 years ago.
Maybe eventually he may be persuaded to explain his thought processes to the rest of us. Perhaps at some point questions may arise why Amorim is walking away with full compensation, with no compensation reduction clause in place. But Jason Wilcox seldom speaks publicly, and with very good reason. The real thinkers of this sport – men like him – function on a plane beyond our own prosaic understanding. If he ever did speak, probably we would perceive would be high-frequency signals and complex calculations. Wanting is not quite equivalent to being prepared to receive.
Naturally, in training our focus on Jason Wilcox we overlook the real power behind the club's current leadership. The director is, in reality, simply carrying out the commands of his superior Sir Jim Ratcliffe, who in private has emphasized his preference for a back four. According to reports, Ratcliffe has also suggested deploying the forward as a right wing-back. The owner is eager for United to adopt data science and metrics. According to ESPN, in an executive meeting soon after his minority ownership, he declared that the team's approach of play “will be determined by this group”.
Ultimately, Sir Jim is a specialist in these intricate football matters, leveraging his background in petrochemicals and sailing. Most importantly he is immensely wealthy, and it is known, the rich are superior: more perceptive, sagacious, strategically brilliant, fundamentally better. Whom else could one trust to manage a strategic plan of austerity, the building of a new stadium that looks a lot like someone’s leftover knitting, the signing of Benjamin Sesko?
This is a trend we are increasingly seeing at the elite levels football. Historically, teams mistakenly delegated major sporting choices to low-level employees such as coaches, talent spotters – players themselves. Perhaps it was once possible for an up-and-coming, innovative manager with a philosophy and energy to join an organization and implement their plan supported to fruition. But how many companies have these guys established? What number of mass redundancies have they managed? Better by far to place genuine authority where it rightly belongs: the executive class, the open-necked shirt brigade, the guys with impressive professional resumes. It is wiser to determine the tactics by the directors and hire a coach who will adapt their methods to suit. If managers were once chefs, they have become more like delivery personnel: not really creating the food, but still finally accountable should it be delivered cold or leaks out of the box.
In the meantime, a coach's role is increasingly less about defining the vision and more about selling it: the front-facing representative of the operation, the visible figurehead of an organisation they can do little to influence. Enzo Maresca leads a team of very young players into the Champions League and secures two medium-sized trophies, and essentially is dismissed for speaking out. A manager at Celtic sees his standing damaged while those individuals who hired him continue to make errors indefinitely.
And possibly in a small way this represents neoliberalism in action: the rise of a privileged elite who can never be wrong, whose choices remain sacrosanct, whose errors can invariably be resolved by sacking without justification. Hire the system coach and then fire them for playing excessively that system. Hire the process guy and then discard them for requiring excessive time. And most importantly show gratitude; for your modest increases in ticket costs, for the latest summer signings, for the fact that the adults – however well qualified – are in charge.
Elena is a freelance writer and mindfulness coach who loves exploring the power of positive thinking.