When you accept a challenge and take on a job that no one else has the courage to accept—especially one that is widely deemed destined for failure—and you put your good name on the line, it can only mean one of three things: you are either insane, a genius, or both.

When the board appointed a coach to save Tottenham from relegation, they didn’t genuinely expect him to succeed. They knew it was nearly impossible because the situation had been mishandled long before. Instead, they were looking for someone to take the blame—someone who could be publicly humiliated until they found another solution.

Interestingly, no English coach or club legend volunteered to save Tottenham. They stayed away because they understood there was everything to lose and very little to gain. They knew that journalists and the media would tear them apart if they attempted it. Oh yes, they are as smart as a pair of little boys’ shoes.

When you realize you’ve got the job because you’re a bit of an insane genius, you can look in the mirror and confidently say, “At least I tried,” acknowledging that you will either succeed or die trying.

Being an arrogant coward is why “Football’s NEVER coming home!”