Pretty much this.
He is a really nice guy that couldn't command authority.
He has a good tactical brain that can read a play better than most people. Despite this, he still did some odd shit.
He wows club bosses with his initial pitch. Very enthusiastic and well prepared.
It got to the stage here players were interfering with team selections of where they wanted to play. And telling him how they want to train.
He just wanted to be their friend. You can't have that for a head coach.
That makes so much sense. When you look at coaches who are extremely successful like Bennett, Hasler, Bellamy and Robinson you can see they aren’t people to be messed with. They aren’t bastards, people won’t hang around and follow bastards, they give their players support, loyalty and respect. In return they expect commitment, effort and integrity. But if you don’t meet their standards then they will tell you and act accordingly.
All the best leaders I worked for had that bit of grit in the Oyster that formed the Pearl. One of those leaders sadly passed away recently. He was a Sgt Major and his nickname was “Biff”. There is no irony in that nickname, he did what it said on the tin and a only a fool would say “Sir, why do they call you Biff?”. He was big geezer too and a hardened airborne veteran. On Facebook, many posted memories of the great man in honor of his passing. The stories about him ran for pages and pages. So many revealed how they were “shit scared of him” but realised he always had their best interest at heart. There was a story about how he saved somebody from court martial by covering up their drunken indiscretion and dealing with it by punching them instead (not very PC, but highly effective).
I remembered the fact that as a young soldier I messed up (just being a stupid idiot, like you are when you are 18) and he gave me a bollocking so fierce I was trembling in anticipation of the punch I thought I was going to get. He finished his tirade with “lad, think about what you are doing next time”, he tapped his head in a gesture of “use your brain” and then said “now f**k off”. I left his presence in Charlie Staines like speed. I got a few more bollockings from him, but never one like that and when it counted, he helped me. I would have followed him anywhere and so it would seem, would many others. He didn’t want to be liked, he wanted respect and he gave it to you in return.
When I watch Trent Barrett, I wonder if he has the “grit” to make the Pearl. He won’t succeed without it.