Imagine being English and being fan of your National Football Team.
In 1990, You had a proper Englishman managing the squad, with the delightfully British name, “Sir Robert William ‘Bobby’ Robson.” You finished 4th in the World Cup. Life was how you expect it to be.
Then in two subsequent World Cup runs, you suffered through two new English Managers. One failed to qualify for the World Cup in 1994, one finished 9th in 1998. You then accepted the fact that you needed to go outside of England, importing a Swede who got you to the quarter-finals in 2002 and 2006, and then accepting an Italian in 2010 who couldn’t get you past the round of 16.
Full of angst and pride, your Football Association then says, “We need another Brit. That’s the only way for England!” So you get a Brit who places 26th out of 32 teams in the 2014 World Cup and loses to Iceland in the 2016 Euros.
So now here you stand, wondering what to do next. Where will the genius that can bring England back to prosperity come from? You wait optimistically on bended knee.
Then you hear the news. You hear the what the brightest minds in England think is the only solution to save English Football.
Can you imagine what a kick in the gut that would feel like if you were English? Not only would you be hiring someone from your bitterest rival, their most recent experience would be running a team you feel superior to. I am trying to come up with a relative comparison. Here’s as close as I can get:
— If you are a Husky fan, this would be like hiring Mike Leach instead of Chris Petersen in 2014.
— If you are a U.S. soccer fan, it would be like hiring a Russian who was previously managing the Costa Rican team.
— If you are a U.S. Olympic Hockey fan, it’s like hiring a Canadian who was previously running the Chinese team.
It’s a funny day for soccer. The English admit needing a German born manager to get them back to the heights the Americans have reached.