Blind chance

I think I just trod in dog poop

Do monopoly and competition, in monstrous union, perpetually give birth to luxury and misery? Or is Ange just staring at the ground?

Krzysztof Kieślowski took a bleak view of chance. Misery is inevitable, whether you catch that train or not.

How might Kieślowski have felt when his high concept was given the saccharine treatment of Sliding Doors. His body was cold in the ground by then. He had died during open heart surgery. Misery is inevitable.

Ange Postecoglou was nearly given the elbow in his first season at South Melbourne. If the South Melbourne president had been at the committee meeting that had resolved to bin Postecoglou, then South would have played its next game under a different coach. Instead, the trigger wasn’t pulled, South won that weekend and went on to reach the preliminary final.

Sliding doors. Blind chance. Misery is inevitable.

Ange Postecoglou

During a Melbourne Victory training session, Postecoglou ponders whether or not socialism proves that the order of civilisation is artificial, and that civilisation itself engenders oppression and misery. Or maybe he’s just staring at the ground.

I'm sure I locked the door as I left the house.

Postecoglou contemplates the violent desire to extricate one’s self from misery and abjection, that spirit of dignity which does not permit men to rest content with an inferior situation… all the while staring at the ground, daring it to contradict him.

While men live without a common power to keep them all in awe, they are in that condition which is called war, and such a war is of every man against every man. Unless, of course, they’re on a bender which ends with every man staggering along cobbled streets, underpants on their heads.

The FFA chose Postecoglou as the new Socceroos coach not only because of his deep understanding of the fundamentally flawed nature of man, but because there is no power on earth (or at least in Australian football) compared to him.

“I was always scared of him, to be honest,” said David Clarkson, who played under Postecoglou at South Melbourne.

“He’s a smart man, strong man, deep thinker and a passionate man,” said Andy Harper, who used to sit next to Postecoglou at the office.

What, then, is Holger to Ange? A laughingstock or a painful embarrassment, to use Nietzsche’s words?

Chicken salt or regular salt?

The man who stares at the ground.

“I’ve got enormous belief in our young players,” said Postecoglou.

“I want to get the best out of every player available. Will there be changes? Of course there will, I’ve got my own way of doing things.” Ange’s own way involves asking himself questions and then answering them, it would appear.

Photo of Ange Postecoglou looking left. Probably a fake.

Photo of Ange Postecoglou looking left. Probably a fake.

Postecoglou managed to avoid mis-translating any Latin sayings in his first media outing as Socceroos coach. He spent most of his press conferences at Melbourne Victory staring at the ground.

Coaches usually only get one chance as national coach. And coaches seldom leave of their own accord. Misery may be inevitable for grumpy Polish film-makers, but Postecoglou has five years to prove Kieślowski wrong.