Fact one: Lionel Messi is quite good at football. Reckoned to be the
best player in the world, after scoring four goals as his club,
Barcelona, demolished Arsenal the other week. Talked up as the player
who could win the World Cup for Argentina.
Seriously good, then.
Fact two: José Mourinho was never much good at football. These days
he’s an old buffer with grey hair. Put him against Messi in a
one-on-one match in the gym and there’s only one winner.
Fact three: on Wednesday night, Mourinho reduced Messi, the best
player in the world, to near-impotence. In doing so, he beat Barcelona,
the best club team in the world. Mourinho, who can’t play for nuts, is
a winner; Messi, who can play like God, is a loser.
Mourinho gave up playing as a bad job and did so very early. He is
now coach of Inter Milan. As such, he is going where the greatest
player cannot follow, the final of the Champions League. A great coach
has beaten a great player. The man who can’t has beaten the man who can.
What does a coach bring to a sporting operation that a mere player
can’t? He operates in three areas simultaneously. The first is
strategy. In club football, that’s acquiring and offloading players and
developing the chosen style of football. Mourinho is doing that at
Inter, a continuous Forth Bridge task.
The second is tactics: the decision on the way each match should be
approached, who should play and what assignments they should take on.
Inter’s two-leg semi-final against Barcelona was a tactical
masterclass. The first leg in Milan, which Inter won 3-1, involved two
separate game plans, each scrupulously carried out.
The second leg was always going to be defensive; after the sending-off of Thiago Motta, it became almost parodically defensive.
Mourinho’s tactics worked triumphantly. Barcelona were restricted to
four chances, Messi to just one. Of these chances, Messi’s was
brilliantly saved, another was disastrously muffed, one produced a goal
and the last a goal that was disallowed for a rather unlikely handball.
Mourinho’s skill was in restricting his opponents to those four chances
— luck bore a part in what came of them. That is often the way of
things in football.
Strategy, yes, tactics, yes. But there is something else. There is
the third area of expertise — the talent that lies a little way beyond
the scope of definition. The existence of this elusive third way was
summed up for me for all time when I asked for directions in India:
“Continue until the road divides. Then take the central bifurcation.”
Trying to pin down the essentials of the central bifurcation is like
the ancient experiment in weighing the human soul. A dying person was
set on a bed that was also a weighing machine, so that the instant he
died, it registered the sudden decrease in weight as his soul left his
body.
The reason that Mourinho’s long-term strategy and his short-term
tactics bore fruit so spectacularly in the two matches against
Barcelona came down to that third element. To defend for an hour with
ten men is a hard task; to do so against the best club side in the
world is all but impossible. It required great tactical organisation,
it required great fitness. But it also required a great willingness.
Inter won because Mourinho’s players were willing to run themselves
into exhaustion to bring off a battle plan they believed in totally.
Only at the end, when they were knackered, did Barcelona get close to
them. That willingness, that soul, that spirit was ultimately the
difference between the sides — that, and the iffy handball, the slice
of Napoleonic luck. And that spirit, that third thing, is ultimately
the work of the coach.
It is unanalysable, so let’s try to analyse it. We can perceive the
hand of the coach in many of the great success stories in sport. Sir
Alf Ramsey’s coldness frightened people. It was not a device to cover
up weakness. If anything, it covered up strength; he was an implacable
man. During the 1966 World Cup — which as you may know, he and England
won — there was a move in the FA to force him to drop Nobby Stiles, in
the wake of an outcry after the match against France.
Ramsey didn’t listen to any arguments. He just said that if Stiles
was dropped, he would resign. The point is that no one thought he was
bluffing. Because he wasn’t. And it wasn’t that he had calculated that
the FA would back down. Rather, he was standing up for his team, his
team against the world, us lot contra mundum. That is what all great coaches do. It is the one absolutely essential aspect of mutual trust.
The FA backed down, and that led straight to Ramsey’s finest moment.
As despair hit with West Germany’s late equaliser in the final, Ramsey
told his team unforgettably as they prepared for extra time: “You’ve
won it once. Now go out and win it again.” This simple summary was the
inspiration that his team needed. Ramsey told them, his team believed.
Sir Clive Woodward was England’s head coach on the “Tour from Hell”
in 1998, when they played New Zealand, Australia and South Africa in
the space of a month, five years before his triumph in the World Cup.
On the tour’s final leg, England checked in to a hotel in Cape Town
that was decidedly unsatisfactory. So Woodward took the whole squad
down to a better hotel and slapped his own credit card down on the
reception desk.
Trust could hardly have been established more solidly.
Brad Gilbert, the coach behind Andre Agassi’s renaissance, called his book on coaching I’ve Got Your Back
— you don’t need to look over your shoulder, coach is looking after
you. Agassi believed that. To make an entire squad believe in you and
trust you is a far more complex matter, of course.
Sir Alex Ferguson, of Manchester United, is one of the most
successful coaches in club football. Fear is his best-known managerial
method, but it is trust that makes his method work. Us against the
world, and I’ll see you through. The point here — the point with most
great coaches — is that it doesn’t matter what happens objectively.
What matters is what you believe is happening.
Bill Sweetenham used a combination of fear and challenge to inspire
the Great Britain swimming team. I was there for some of his private
coaching sessions. He could be deeply alarming, but to win his approval
was a great prize. “Who wants to be ordinary?” he asked his goggle-eyed
troops. They believed all right. British swimmers won no medals at the
Olympic Games in Sydney in 2000. After Sweetenham had done his stuff,
they won six, including two golds, in Beijing in 2008.
Trust, then, trust and belief. Together the founding principle of
the coach’s art, the defining characteristic of the central
bifurcation. Strategy and tactics, they’re the basics, and don’t leave
home without them. But it is in the third element that you find the
difference between coach and coach: what allows a great coach to beat a
great player. The third element is the special one.