This soccer book is strangely uninspiring, yet strangely irresistible. Its title is confusing. Dear England already is used by a hit play, an forthcoming television program, and a national address authored by Gareth Southgate in 2021.
This edition of Dear England isn’t formally tied to those. It represents an peculiar entry in the expanding Dear England universe, a book about management: a classically dull top-level coach subject that the author adheres to persistently, relying on the words “leader”, “guiding” or “leadership” no fewer than 500 times across 336 pages.
“Who are the leaders? What do leaders do? And what do leaders know?” the author questions early on, outlining his argument, but declining to explore “How are leaders?”, topics presumably reserved for a future volume.
Beyond that, this book features a notable absence in the middle. It’s an attempt in indirectly hostile self-justification, in almost-but-not-quite saying the underlying truth, skipping skillfully from lingering grievance to raw emotion across a assortment of data visualizations, management jargon and digressions about Thomas Cromwell.
Reading it is like overhearing your loved ones having a mannered but deeply felt debate in the adjacent space while you’re striving to focus on a corporate presentation named “Numerous Justifications for My Ultimate Victory”. But it is also impossible to disengage, as the author keeps drifting near to a topic you truly desire to hear about, before abruptly shifting focus.
Readers will find typically controversial revelations in publications of this nature, such is the rapt fascination with the role of England manager. The best ones encompass: the manager made up his mind he was absolutely going to resign as England manager after spectators threw containers at him at the tournament; he almost chose to abandoning the game at mid-match against Bulgaria in 2019 after his players were subjected to racism; he pioneered the approach of specialist dead-ball trainers and everyone in the Premier League is now adopting his methods; he has now abandoned his enthusiasm for football, a shocking revelation briefly included in a brief section at the conclusion.
Guiding England through a time of fury, hope, turmoil and lockdown was a brutal journey. The bruises are evidently still fresh.
Otherwise, the content is flooded with an robotic verbal clutter of generic leadership chat. Advanced copies of this book were shared with critics under non-disclosure agreements before publication, probably out of fear someone might disclose that “difficult conversations can, by their very essence, be difficult”, that you should always consider the consequences, that leadership occurs where evolution meets compassion.
The book contains however real feeling within. Guiding England through a period of anger, hope, political ferment and lockdown was a grueling journey. The scars are obviously still fresh, even if conveyed in a terminology-heavy reinvention of the standard football manager narrative: demonstrating my accuracy about all matters all along.
The publication’s opening passage, disguised as thrilling accounts of the championship match of the tournament, is entirely focused on how good he actually was at tactical substitutions (the big common complaint revolving around he was not good at altering the lineup). Further on, he delves into extensive analysis about how he handled the Euros final of 2021 flawlessly – particularly the unsuccessful penalty shootout – because he followed a established procedure, which suggests that bringing on youthful talents very late to take the crucial attempt of their existence was reasonable and correct.
This was validated by a winning shootout against Switzerland at a later tournament after a match where England spent the full duration looking as if they were attempting to put on a jumper the inside out. “The control we exerted in that shootout was truly exciting,” Southgate notes, amid comparing the performance to US Navy Seals killing a notorious figure. Goodness.
On the occasions we do get close to a revelation, Southgate retreats from identifying individuals or giving us the details. We learn there were problematic England players who insisted on more consideration, possibly because they were indulged at the start of their professional journeys. But as you lean forward expectantly, Southgate is already shifting into an area named The Culture Code, which asserts that rather than a grouping of attributes or ideals, culture is in fact something that is formed by, unfortunately, stop, no more.
Included in the more compelling bits are when he writes about the gradual nature of developing fortitude in the next generation, or how he sought to describe national identity more clearly and more positively than any public personality in the spotlight. Best of all, there is a truly absorbing account of that traumatic night in the Bulgarian capital where England’s black players were targeted with hatred (and later protected vigorously by their coach).
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