on Pochettino sets his own course. The Pochettino Parabola.
There's really no point trying to compare the situations of our current genius to those faced by managers in different times and circumstances. It's a complex and unique path he's forging, relevant, even influential, to the times he's coaching in. How do you fairly compare him to what has come along in different times and circumstances? You can't. You shouldn't even try.
Like right now, I'm having a top quality listening experience listening to Snarky Puppy's latest jazz album, Culcha Vulcha. There's a point to this, so just read along.
Culcha Vulcha epitomizes the best of modern jazz. Bright, snappy, danceable and highly adoptive of modern technology and electronic instrumentation. Go here to sample:
http://snarkypuppy.com/music
Just scroll down the boxed windows on the right showing each album's content. They very generously allow you to listen to the entire length of whatever tune you click on from the listed albums. These guys usually record live to disc.
Compare the Brazilian vibe of Semente to the
Eric Clapton-goes-to-the-International-Space-Station sound of Gemini. Or scroll down further and enjoy the Asian-Euro stadium-anthem melange of Shofukan from 2014's We Like It Here or the
Steely Dan-go-to-the-gym funk of Skate U from their 2010 release Tell Your Friends. Ready Wednesday from that album will not disappoint either. Brilliant, diverse technologically accomplished music
Then compare that to 1959's greatest jazz album of all time, Kind of Blue by Miles Davis - 8.5 million views on youtube alone for that album.
Also recorded live and, at the time, considered the go-to album to put on when wanting to make out with the girlfriend. Much more organic and analog and subtle. Especially Jimmy Cobb's sublime percussion. But the best-selling and most critically-acclaimed jazz album of all time. Certain options for making music didn't exist then.
Both artists are totally brilliant in their expressions and both reflect the technology of their times. I wouldn't remotely consider trying to compare audio quality or instrumentation. Miles Davis didn't have synthesizers or digital post-production available back then.
Snarky Puppy don't have John Coltrane or Cannonball Adderley beasting it up Wanyama-Dembele style on tenor sax or Bill King floating Eriksen-like on piano to round out their roster.
You can't compare. You can only enjoy the differences and the diversity of the times. Pochettino is his own man. He will forge his own path, his own destiny.
Pochettino is Pochettino. Like a Porsche, there is no substitute. Nor is there any valid comparison.