Picture the scene. You become England football manager amid historically low expectations. Your country has just been eliminated by Iceland (!) from the European Championship - and at the most recent World Cup, it finished bottom (!!) of all UEFA qualifiers: with one point, achieved through a 0-0 draw with Costa Rica reserves.
Most people think you're just a stopgap, a caretaker. Few take you seriously; you're just another blazer, aren't you? But against Tunisia, a last minute winner suddenly gets a very un-England-like bandwagon going. You've done an incredible job getting the atmosphere just right; players, at last, are happy and relaxed pulling on the Three Lions. And you take one of the most limited squads England have ever sent to a World Cup all the way to the semi-finals: for just the second time overseas in its entire history.
At the European Championship, it gets even better. You're in charge of the best defence in the tournament; extraordinary given the constant shambles at the back which had gone on before you took the job. You beat Croatia, you beat Germany, Ukraine are thrashed... and for the first time in 55 years, you win a semi-final. Sadly though, in the final, you come up short against a team on a world record-breaking unbeaten run, which has dazzled throughout much of the tournament.
After losing on penalties, the county can't seem to forgive you. Even though you've taken it beyond its wildest dreams already; even though you were so, so close. A narrative forms about you which everyone seems to believe. Somehow, the team's achievements aren't because of you - but in spite of you. You're "too cautious, too defensive, too fearful, too scared" - and nobody seems to appreciate you.
At Molineux, in a country beset with political turmoil, even social division, this narrative turns into vicious, outright hatred. It shocks you to your very core. "What's the point?", you can't help thinking. "When we achieve all this - but apparently, I'm Public Enemy Number 1 regardless?"
Gareth Southgate has never been remotely the same man since that horrible, awful night. A night when an England team committed the obviously disgraceful crime of being palpably knackered, out on their feet in a game played, ludicrously, in mid-June. The Nations League messed up so many countries immediately post-Covid; yet England had some fans, horrible numbers, who just couldn't see the bigger picture.
England played very well at the World Cup and were very unlucky. But the die was cast now. Southgate took a lot of convincing to stay in the job - because really, no-one needs this level of hassle. The constant scrutiny of everything, the constant questioning, the implicit assumption that actually, he's no good at all, would destroy anyone: least of all someone as decent and gentle as he is.
And now? Now his brain's totally scrambled. Now, because he's only human, he's turned into a total caricature of himself. All leaders in high pressure jobs go mad after 7 years at most... and as being England manager is practically as high in pressure as it gets, he's no exception. Facing humiliation, he made no unenforced substitutions until incredibly late, and even left bringing Ivan Toney on until, what, the 92nd minute?!
Somehow, it works out. Your two main men get you out of jail, Toney is magnificent too, and your team ends up with its most fortuitous major tournament victory ever. But even in extra time, the moment you take the lead, you sit deep. And deeper. And deeper. Everything your players are suffering from is psychological; everything is in the mind. And it's stemming directly from you - because after taking dog's abuse for so long, you're too scared to be truly proactive and seize the opportunity this event still represents.
Every single football team at any level is an extension of its manager's personality. All Southgate's many qualities were to the fore in Russia and at the last Euros. All the negatives have taken over in recent months. You're just so scared. But frankly, when a man with his record and of his immense decency has been treated in such a way, that's not his problem.
It's ours. All of ours. This is the climate we've all created. How in the world we have the brass neck and sheer, unadulterated entitlement to expect anyone to succeed amid such a hideous backdrop, I have absolutely no idea.
Arthur Crabtree wrote:Not following the competition beyond looking at the scores. And reading what people say here. Though what is happening looks from the outside like what always happens. An England side gets hyped and fans react badly when inflated expectation meets reality. They find their true level
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