The idea that the best of us are uprooted from placid lives pulling the plow and thrust into positions of great responsibility at times of crisis is as old as the idea of the republic. In the “western” world, it’s at least as old as Roman dictator-for-a-day Cincinnatus in the BCs.
Thierry Henry knows, apparently. Because since retirement, he’s been peeking his head out of the quietude and dropping truthnuggets of goodness all over the world as a potential manager-in-waiting for some beleaguered club. And this is maybe his best act yet.