Uruguay, Canada, coping and the Copa: football and a four hour dirge
"The head coaches have power, the owners of the clubs have power, the media have power and the fans have power. But they don't use it."
"The head coaches have power, the owners of the clubs have power, the media have power and the fans have power. But they don't use it."
Listening to his recent interviews, Marsch has seemed desperate for a fight, any sort of argument, so he can be the underdog and the winner he believes himself to be. The problem is that, in the real world, Jesse Marsch isn’t interesting enough to argue with.
Part of me would love to get Jesse Marsch and Sam Allardyce round a table over a few pints of wine so I could hear them trading mindfulness techniques and motivational quotes
Eleven months in, his confident delivery can't mask the substance of what even Jesse Marsch is saying about his own work: this isn't going very well.
Marsch and Armas can sound off-key because they use a corporate nowhere voice that has no home, no nostalgic warmth, no tangible authenticity beyond an approved list of motivational phrases and quotes.
You’re unlucky to go down merely for not having a very good team. There’s usually something more, some extra element.
Clarity is one of Marsch’s favourite words, he’s always trying to get the players to see with it, think with it. I wonder if he’s been upstairs to ask if anyone there has any to offer.
This is all quite enough to make one person think about how they’re choosing to live and what they value about life, long before they come sopping wet off a field to have a bunch of journalists barking at them about the stress of managing Leeds.
Jesse Marsch does not look at peace with the idea that he does not have all the answers. He looks exhausted by having to reconcile himself to not being able to be himself.