A clue would be watching a very talented footballer made to look very ordinary, if not downright stupid, on the field in a game. Sure, perhaps at various moments, at times over this game or that during a season, but not year in year out. You kind of wonder what the heck is going on when that talent is wasted and the very talented footballer becomes just another ordinary worker doing the job. That points directly at one source, usually sitting between two Gatorade bottles mouthing lines written at head office into a gaggle of microphones. There's your problem.
In our team we've got more than a handful of these players - Stephen Hill is just one of them. There's no one in that cross-town pack of w**nkers that I would rate even close to Stephen, but watching Liam Ryan's fourth quarter last night was soul destroying. If you think Ryan was executing a plan or filling a role you're nuts - he's flying high and Stephen is running laps near a concrete factory somewhere.
