Sunday, 25 November 2012

If you're so clever, Jones Minor, you take the lesson...


OK, if you're so clever

The last desperate threat of the bad teacher. “OK, Jones, why don't you come up here and take the lesson?”. Hopefully, from the bad teacher's point of view, met with a mumbled “I'd rather not, sir / miss” by the embarrassed pupil. Ever been on the end of one of those? I never had the nerve to take them up on the offer.

The missing point is that they should be inspiring so much wonder and awe, they should have their audience right where they want them, they should be exuding so much contagious enthusiasm, that there'd never be any need for the “OK, up you come” nuclear deterrent.

I had an English teacher given such great material: Shakespeare, Dickens, the modern poets, Oscar Wilde. Somehow (she had a rare talent) she managed to remove every last ounce of enjoyment and interest and produced a dry, desiccated, unpalatable and indigestible product that was designed so that only the most dedicated and diligent pupils would succeed. K and MM have had a history teacher who transformed their A-level curriculum (based on what should be a fascinating period of recent history) into an exercise in distributing telephone directory think bundles of photocopied notes that the fastest speedreader would not have time to get through if they did nothing else.

After the sad 0-0 with a struggling Villa, the press had the temerity to mention the “don't know what you're doing” chants directed at Wenger. He saw this the way a bad teacher would see the passing of notes along the back row and went for the stock response: “why don't you manage the team and I'll chant from the stands”. Desperate, poor, arrogant. Typical of the club's management at the moment.

The fact is that Wenger's never been a master tactician. Look at the record. Losing? Bring on more attacking players. Holding on? Bring on more defenders. The KISS principle applied in spades. Cost us the chance of getting back into the cup final we lost 2-1 to Liverpool. He's a great operator in the transfer market, if the financial analysis is the measure of success. He was ahead of the pack with training techniques, diet, the accumulation of small things that make a difference in elite sport, but being the first doesn't mean staying ahead, and he's been caught up with. When your players are eating boiled chicken and broccoli and opponents are on kebabs and burgers, the advantage only lasts until they join you at the healthy food table.

The England cricket team lost the first test match in India. I don't imagine, having struggled against spin, that they went into the nets to face endless seam bowling?

“Kevin, it's left arm spin you've problems with.”

“Leave me alone Graham, this is what I'm good at so that's what I'm going to face.”

Work on weaknesses has huge rewards, work on honing strengths has that diminishing returns problem. They just won the second test by ten wickets. Management and players addressed issues and turned things around.

Year after year, season after season we have one-footed players, we've had strikers who can't head the ball and won't work on it and improve. We repeatedly have a squad effectively reduced in numbers by the inclusion of perma-crocks (Diably and Ro-sicky at the moment) and players yet to earn the tag 'robust' (Gibbs for one). Our manager has a degree in economics and that suits a board with both eyes constantly on the bottom line. They need some lessons in history (and learning from it), geography (finding the way to the safe and the chequebook), and in how not to treat the club's fans with total disrespect, and the superb away fans arrogant disregard. “I've been doing this a long time” does not mean you've been doing it well, or even adequately.

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