Paolo Di Canio is a man who conducted himself as if he were still the main
focus of everyone’s attention long after he had graced the game with his skill and talent.
At Swindon he probably was still the 'main man'. Many of the players in Leagues One and
Two are trying their hardest to just make sure they cover the mortgage and feed
the kids. It’s a job they are desperate to keep in an increasingly cut-throat
industry where thousands of decent footballers find themselves out of work each
summer. Like the rest of us, they need to bite their tongues when the boss
behaves like a prat. Those that didn’t at the County Ground soon found
themselves taking part in Di Canio’s “revolving door transfer policy” as one
victim told me.
Sunderland’s Premier League players are a different breed. They
are at the top of their profession and many of them can afford to buy a house
outright on less than one season’s wages, let alone worry about a mortgage. If the manger
is foolish enough to cross them, they can certainly afford to bide their time
until he’s history. And they have.
I have questioned Di Canio’s style on these pages before now. His political
hero is the fascist dictator Mussolini (by his own admission) and while his
chin jutting performance in front of the Sunderland fans at the weekend might just
have been a request for the supporters to keep theirs up, it was also uncannily reminiscent of the
Italian despot’s style.
When you are managing individuals you need to take the time and effort to work out what makes each one tick and then get them to buy in to your philosophy.
It's true that some people react well to a kick up the backside, but their are many others that need to be encouraged or to be shown explicitly what their roles are in the overall picture.
Di Canio seemed to believe that his word was all that counted - very much a dictatorial approach.
Listening to Di Canio’s post-match analysis was often torture for
the media. He would ramble on and on without actually saying much that made
sense - and this had nothing to do with his broken English. His mind seemed to
wander and while he would be addressing one point, he would suddenly go off in
another direction. Forget the poor sods in the Press Room, the players can’t
have found this easy on the training ground either.
His passion for what he wanted to achieve at both clubs can’t be
questioned, merely his ability to manage individuals, set his ego to one side
and massage those of others for the greater good of the club.
I suspect that this isn’t the last we will have seen of Di Canio. It’s Arrivederci for now, but don’t put it past him to dazzle some
other unsuspecting Chairman into giving him another chance in English football.