Progress prolongs our existence. It is a beautiful reality that progress will one day find the cure for cancer, the solution to global warming and the end to discrimination. Even individually, each day is progression. We might do nought but lay in a hammock on a golden Maldivian beach, wordless, but not thoughtless – never thoughtless – and that is progress in itself. Thought begets progress. Aroused by thought, we have feeling and we have affinity.
Andre Villas-Boas’s visage has leapt across many extremes over the last month and a half. From quiet confidence to near-childish defiance, and more recently, after falling at home to Arsenal and Liverpool, a mix of anger and worry.
Football fans can be fickle in an almost cruel way when it comes to club managers. It comes with the territory. If a club isn’t doing well, it’s assumed that the man at the helm is at fault. “Get out the axe, let’s have his head!”, they scream. The footballing equivalent of that barbaric scene in Mel Gibson’s Apocalypto. But hold on a minute, won’t you?
The only thing that comes to mind to add to this article, for me, is that entire situation regarding the firing of Ancelotti. He dragged the team up from an awful first half of the season to a position to challenge a very strong Man U side for the title - and still got fired even though he had won titles in the past!
Andre Villas-Boas is a talented young manager but being given a squad of ageing superstars past their prime, a lack of youth development and an expectation to win everything is hardly the easiest situation. I understand why Abramovic would fire Villas-Boas, but I certainly wouldn’t agree with it.