As I see it, there are a few very strong camps. All are very convincing. So much so, I do believe they may all be correct.
1/ Worsfold is not the coach for us. Non-tactical. Doesn’t instruct well. Leaves it up to the players. Last flag was won with a team of sky-high coke-heads. Deadpan. Does not inspire. Game plan will not hold up in finals.
2/ Worsfold is ok, but assistants need to go. Neeld is a ‘worm’. All are failed coaches. Rejects. Too many old Essondonians. Boys club. Has beens. Not up to today’s cutting edge plans. Too long from the playing scene. Selection Committee is a joke, and everyone can see it. We allow our secret stash of sensitive family photos to get in the wrong hands.
3/ The coaching team is fine - it’s development. We bring 'em in, and fark 'em up. We imprint a stamp of failure on them. It’s infectious. Highly contagious. We stuff their kicking accuracy. We infect them with lethargy. And we hang on to them far too long. We rookie instead of clean out and refresh.
4/ Development and coaching would be fine, if we had the cattle. Which we do not. We have a soft team. One that is unwilling to ‘go the hard yards’. To commit fully and unconditionally. They lack backbone. A certain edge. We have a team of average Joes, surrounded by a small sprinkling of young super-stars who will soon be corrupted anyway. We need to bring in serious players. Ones with nice sensible hair, and that don’t smell because of their dreads. And they get paid too much. Or we get paid too little, take your pick.
5/ It’s not the players’ fault. The structure is wrong. The ‘build’ is shiit, and has been for 17 years. We cannot, will not recruit the right people. We pick up cast-off spuds from other teams, and we draft HBF to become mids. Our list management is abysmal and has been that way since…1980’s? There is an evil menace lurking in the background - one of many jackets…working his way slowly, inexorably, insidiously, white-anting the team…a cunning fox …that speaks Italian.
6/ Forget all that rubbish. It’s the board. The fish rots at the head. A weak and ineffectual board and management. One that apologises if they upset someone. Who are either unwilling to see the issues, or are complicit and lack the moral fiber to belly-slash themselves, so to speak, and give the reins over to someone with a steel rod for a backbone. Someone hard. Exciting. Glistening. Throbbing, even. Spill this farked up board. It’s long overdue.