If you were Gary Rowett, would you be completely insecure about a former manager attending a game? No, of course not!
Nonetheless, a few recent revelations have illuminated that the former Foxes player's failure as Leicester manager was more dramatic and intricate than first imagined by the LCFC faithful. The narrative of the homecoming hero soured with agonizing velocity as Rowett's rigidity and rudimentary tactics effectively thrust the LE2 club back into a footballing dark age.
Rowett's insistence on an antiquated, risk-averse philosophy saw defenders like Jamaal Lascelles go back to where he belongs: a mere conduit for aimless, vertical clearances. The "hoof-and-hope" methodology stifled any remaining creative flow at King Power Stadium.
​Under the 52-year-old's tutelage, the Foxes' attacking potency gradually evaporated somewhat, leaving a side that appeared as strategically adrift. He is as out-of-his-depth as the struggling Liam Rosenior, before he was dismissed at Chelsea.
It was fanciful, wishful thinking to believe that nostalgia could substitute for modern strategic acumen. Perhaps most egregious was Rowett's refusal to properly arraign the squad's more temperamental assets.
Rowett's handling of the Harry Winks situation bordered on the negligent: rather than demanding discipline, Rowett seemed content to forgive blatant petulance and fan abuse by even shielding the midfielder from justified supporter vitriol. Reinstating the former Tottenham Hotspur man completely defied logic.
Oh, Gary, no.
​Yet the most telling element of Rowett's underwhelming tenure (the distraction that surely compromised his concentration) was a profound sense of self-consciousness. Recent insights suggest a manager haunted by the shadows of his predecessors, a vulnerability that manifested as a desperate need for control.
"Leicester City manager Gary Rowett was reportedly left irritated by the sight of ex-Chelsea and Foxes boss Enzo Maresca sitting in the directors' box for his first home match in charge."football.london
This psychological fragility (concerning himself with Enzo Maresca), coupled with his inability to evolve beyond a pragmatic ceiling, rendered his appointment an unavoidably failed experiment. Ultimately, the Rowett era serves as a stark reminder that sentimentality is a poor shield against the unrelenting sophistication of modern elite football.
Leicester City's 'Temu Enzo Maresca' wanted Jannik Vestergaard to play up front!?
However, after saying all that, it is worth stating that Rowett is undeniably a 'Temu Maresca'. Therefore, maybe his preoccupation with superior peers is actually justified. What isn't justifiable is the gaffer's points accumulation. Maybe Jannik Vestergaard really did have a striker's instinct after all - who knows?!
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