An age of deference to others

As I watch the 'sports section' of the news today, a parade of interviews with various managers and coaches who control the football Premier League and the major clubs in the Rugby Union business they seem to come from all over the world with few of our local people in control. 

Is this another example of our increasing subordination to "others". 

Perhaps we should be asking "why" before the Brit becomes extinct, like the dodo, other than for the most basic of jobs. 

Is it the result of our increasing deference to so many structures and hurdles which our modern society has developed for us.  To control our instinctive reactions and rather force us to follow the rules.

The English particularly were always considered a rule defined society. It was said that if we received a bureaucratic instruction, say from the European Parliament, we create further layers of laws and rules on top of the initial requirement just to fully define what everyone was supposed to do.

This domination of a rule based society with its clauses and sub-clauses, and our increasingly inherent fear of this complex society with its gender and religious considerations, it's disability considerations its minority considerations. Is it any wonder that after sifting through the issues which arise in each one of these so called considerations, the person who has grown up taking the PC high road from conception is hardly in a position to bark when barking is needed. 

The assertive Australian or Kiwi, the no nonsense Dutchman or German, the highly strung Spaniard or Italian, all these people now have the lead on our highly feminised, frightened of their own shadow British man or women, frightened of the legal consequences if they are challenged, frightened of being frightened !

We have been taken for suckers as we weave our way through the mire of compromise, waiting for others to tell us what we should do.

I remember the days when Leeds United and other clubs in the Football League, played a game of football which was feared. A centre half who could tackle the legs off the forwards and full-backs who were kamikaze in the penalty area. The pretty boys on the continent hated playing the English league clubs because of their physicality and so they changed the laws. Today, no one dare tackle. If they do, the forward goes down, rolling around as though they were disabled for life. Two minutes later they are on their feet, no worse for wear. The defender given a red card the actor / forward smirks, fully acknowledging his deceit