Tbecame clear he could survive a loss to lower-league opposition. Survive losing a crucial continental showpiece against one of the worst Spurs sides for many years. He withstood home defeats against domestic rivals, finishing 15th, his rigid approach, laying waste to 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 one adversary with whom Ruben Amorim would not be allowed to tango. You come at Jason Wilcox, you had better succeed.
Regrettably, similar to numerous Premiership defender during Blackburn Rovers' championship campaign, Amorim came at the executive and seems to have missed. Even the most distracted of readers will notice the paradoxical situation: a manager who often railed his squad for failing in individual battles crumbling in the face of the intense pressure and animal charisma of one of England's top division's most feared sporting directors.
And frankly, this whole bruising episode seems to paint Jason Wilcox in a different perspective. Perhaps it might have been easy, given his brief stint of experience with the Saints, to regard Jason Wilcox as merely a functionary in the United exoskeleton: an individual who owed his position as much to his friendship with his former boss Omar Berrada as any demonstrable skill. How mistaken we all were. By masterfully outmanoeuvring the club's celebrated manager, as he outmanoeuvred the hapless a previous executive before him, he has proved himself to be among football's true generals: a strategic mind that United’s mid-table rivals will now be justifiably concerned.
For example, this was Jason Wilcox , after being involved in the hierarchy that hired the 3-4-3 fundamentalist Amorim originally, played a key role in trying to persuade Amorim to abandon his beloved formation. Unsurprisingly, these entreaties met a certain resistance. However, these judgements carry more weight when issued from the mouth with 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 regarding why the coach is walking away with a full payout, without any penalty clause activated. The director seldom speaks publicly, and with very good reason. The real thinkers of this sport – individuals such as Jason Wilcox – simply operate at a level exceeding our mundane comprehension. Were he to speak, most likely all we would hear would be high-frequency signals and four-dimensional whirring. Wanting is not the same as being ready to comprehend it.
Naturally, in training our focus on Jason Wilcox we are obscuring the real power behind the club's current leadership. The director is, after all, simply carrying out the commands of his ultimate superior the billionaire owner, who privately has made very clear his desire for a back four. According to reports, the owner has also proposed playing Bryan Mbeumo in a wing-back role. Ratcliffe is keen for the club to adopt analytics and analytics. According to ESPN, during a leadership summit early in his minority ownership, he announced that United’s style to football “will be decided in this room”.
After all, Ratcliffe is a specialist in these intricate footballing stuff, drawing from his previous experience in petrochemicals and sailing. Most importantly he is immensely wealthy, and it is known, the rich are superior: more insightful, sagacious, more tactically astute, simply better. Who else could one trust to manage a strategic plan of austerity, the construction of a modern arena that looks a lot like an abstract design, the acquisition of a new striker?
This represents a shift that is becoming prevalent in top-tier of the game. Historically, teams mistakenly delegated major sporting choices to low-level employees such as coaches, scouts – players themselves. Perhaps it was once feasible for a young, innovative manager with ideas and energy to go into an organization and implement their plan supported to fruition. Yet how many companies have these guys set up? What number of large-scale layoffs have they managed? Far preferable to invest genuine authority where it belongs: the leadership tier, the open-necked shirt brigade, the individuals with impressive LinkedIn profiles. It is wiser to decide the strategy by the directors and appoint a coach who can tailor their offering to suit. If managers were formerly chefs, they have become more akin to delivery personnel: not really responsible for the food, but still finally accountable should it be delivered cold or fails of the box.
In the meantime, their job has become not about defining the vision and more about marketing it: the front-facing representative on the front desk, the public face for a club they can do little to change. A coach at Chelsea leads a team of literal children into Europe and secures domestic cups, and essentially gets sacked for speaking out. A manager at Celtic sees his standing damaged whereas the people who hired him live to blunder another day.
And perhaps in a small way this is simply neoliberalism in action: the elevation of a privileged elite who are infallible, whose decisions remain untouchable, whose errors can invariably be sacked away without explanation. Hire the 3-4-3 coach and then fire them for playing too much that system. Bring in the project manager and later bin them for requiring excessive time. And most importantly be grateful; for the incremental increases in ticket costs, for the latest player acquisitions, for the reality that the adults – regardless of their expertise – are in charge.
Lena de Vries is a Dutch food writer and recipe developer who loves blending traditional flavors with modern twists.