Itbecame clear Ruben Amorim could survive a loss to lower-league opposition. He weathered losing a crucial European final versus a particularly poor Tottenham teams in living memory. He could survive losing at home against domestic rivals, a lowly league position, an unwavering system, undermining some of the club’s best academy products, the 32% win rate, calling his team the poorest the club has ever seen. But there was a single opponent with whom Ruben Amorim was not permitted to engage. You come at Jason Wilcox, you had better succeed.
Unfortunately, like many a top-flight defender during Blackburn Rovers' championship 1994-95 season, Amorim took on the executive and seems to have failed. Even the most casual observer can see the paradoxical situation: a manager who often railed at his players for losing individual battles crumbling in the face of the white heat and animal charisma of a England's top division's most feared sporting directors.
In truth, this entire painful saga appears to portray Jason Wilcox in a different perspective. It may have been tempting, given his nine months of experience with the Saints, to regard him as little more than a functionary in the United exoskeleton: an individual who owed his position largely to his friendship with ex-colleague a fellow executive as any verifiable talent. How wrong we all were. By masterfully outmanoeuvring United’s feted head coach, just as he bested the unfortunate a previous executive earlier, he has proved himself to be among the sport’s strategic masterminds: a tactical intellect of which the club's mid-table rivals will now be justifiably concerned.
To illustrate, it was Jason Wilcox who having been part of the leadership that hired the 3-4-3 fundamentalist Amorim in the first place, was instrumental in trying to persuade Amorim to abandon his favored 3-4-3. Unsurprisingly, these pleas were resisted. But perhaps such directives hold greater authority when delivered from the mouth of a man the impeccable soccer background he possesses, a veteran of three England caps and a role in a title-winning side from 31 years ago.
Perhaps in time Jason Wilcox might agree to outline his thought processes publicly. Perhaps at some point questions may arise why Amorim is departing with a full payout, with no compensation reduction clause in place. The director seldom speaks in public, and with very good reason. The true intellectuals of this sport – men like Jason Wilcox – function at a level beyond our own prosaic understanding. Were he to speak, most likely we would perceive is a series of ultrasonic blips and four-dimensional whirring. Wanting is not quite the same as being ready to receive.
But of course, in training our focus on Jason Wilcox we overlook the true genius behind the club's current leadership. The director is, in reality, merely executing the commands of his superior the billionaire owner, who in private has emphasized his desire for a back four. It is reported, Ratcliffe has also proposed deploying the forward in a wing-back role. The owner is eager for the club to adopt data science and analytics. According to ESPN, during a leadership summit soon after his investment, he declared that the team's approach to football “shall be decided by this group”.
After all, Sir Jim is a specialist in this technical footballing stuff, drawing from his background in industry and sailing. Most importantly he is incredibly rich, and as we all know, the wealthy are superior: more perceptive, sagacious, more tactically astute, simply superior. Who else could one trust to manage a strategic plan of austerity, the building of a new stadium that looks similar to someone’s leftover knitting, the acquisition of a new striker?
This is a trend that is becoming prevalent in top-tier of the game. For decades, teams mistakenly delegated big footballing decisions to subordinate staff such as coaches, talent spotters – even footballers. Maybe previously feasible for an up-and-coming, visionary coach with a philosophy and energy to go into an organization and implement their plan through to completion. Yet how many companies have these guys set up? What number of large-scale layoffs have they overseen? Better by far to invest genuine authority where it belongs: the leadership tier, the open-necked shirt brigade, the guys with impressive LinkedIn profiles. It is wiser to decide the tactics in the boardroom and hire someone who will adapt their methods to suit. If managers were formerly chefs, they have become more like delivery personnel: not responsible for the product, yet finally accountable should it be delivered cold or leaks out of the box.
In the meantime, their job is increasingly less about defining the vision and more about marketing it: the receptionist of the operation, the visible figurehead of an organisation they can do little to change. A coach at Chelsea leads a team of literal children into the Champions League and wins two medium-sized trophies, and effectively gets sacked for speaking out. Wilfried Nancy sees his standing damaged while the people who appointed him live to blunder indefinitely.
And perhaps on some microcosmic level this is simply neoliberalism in action: the elevation of a gilded elite who are infallible, whose choices are always untouchable, whose mistakes can invariably be sacked away without justification. Hire the system coach only to dismiss him for using too much 3-4-3. Hire the project manager and later bin them for requiring too long. And most importantly show gratitude; for your modest increases in ticket costs, for your new summer signings, for the fact that the adults – however well qualified – remain in control.
Elena Hartwell is a tech enthusiast and lifestyle writer exploring the intersection of innovation and well-being.