English was part of the Independent stable. One of Cooder's boys. Talk to Gerry Thornley, you get a very different perspective.
What you have to remember is this; the IRFU clique did their level best to destroy Deccie. After he'd taken Munster to two HEC finals in three years (and but for the shocking decision that led to the introduction of the TMO in the HEC, it would have been three), he was appointed as deputy to Cooder. Cooder knifed him, relentlessly, and viciously, as Cooder knifed Gatland before.
Before the 2003 RWC, all coaching positions were supposed to be up for review post-RWC. Except that, shortly before it, Cooder gets a new four-year contract. Not surprisingly, Deccie started asking what the fuck was going on. And was promptly given the arse.
He applied for the Ulster job, and the IRFU stepped in to prevent it. Said he could have a bullshit "development" job which would mean he'd never coach again, thus preventing him from being a threat to Cooder the Vile. He then got the job with the NG Dragons. At the time, his dad, who was a lovely, lovely man, wasn't well. When the Leinster job came up, he applied. At which stage the Dragons, to their eternal credit, said, "Look, we understand, of course" and he went.
He then came up against the Ladyboy egos, who didn't like being told that they weren't galacticos. They won every pool game, but got the lard kicked out of them by Leicester up front. Given what's happened to them since, it would seem to indicate that they'd have been well advised to listen to Deccie, but that would have required a bit of humility and sense on the part of some big-name players who've since shown very little of either - to their detriment.
Deccie had applied for the Munster job that was coming vacant, with Gaff going to Aus. At which stage, his father said, "You need a right bollocks. I'll give you T78 Snr's number." He got the job. Cue screams of, "Judas" from the Ladyboy gimps who never wanted him. Come a sunny, sunny, day in Landsdowne Road at the end of April, after which proctologists' surgeries around Leinster were full for weeks dealing with the fact that the Ladyboys got torn a new arse by Deccie's Munster. And then that day of days, the day that we'd feared would never come, when we won the HEC.
Meanwhile, Thornley has had enough of blatant lies from Cooder, and starts pointing them out. Cooder is in the process of killing an incredibly good team through rank stupidity, including statements to the effect that he won't pick players as long as they play at the team that his one serious rival, Deccie, coaches. His contract runs out post-2008 6N. Pre-2007 RWC, he gets a new four-year contract. To silence from the team, when announced.
Comes the Coodercide of 2007. Cooder stays in his job in the 2008 6N, and proves he's like the Bourbons and has forgotten no grudge while learning nothing. We get hockeyed. Meantime, the same players under Deccie put Europe to fire and the sword.
Cooder finally, and three years too late, gets the arse. To save their own arses, the Blazers have to find someone. They want the son-in-law of the Chief Blazer to get the job, so he gets appointed for the tour to the SH. Meanwhile, the Blazers search desperately for someone, anyone, who will get them out of the jam of having hung the best Irish coach of his generation out to dry for years. Thornley, amongst others, tactfully points out that if they try giving the arse to a guy with a better HEC coaching record than anyone, including Ian McGeechan, bar Guy Noves, then they will shortly be adorning the lamp-posts of Limerick and Cork.
Every other coach who could take the job realises this, and that the core of their squad would be in open revolt against them as a result, and tells the Blazers to go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.
The Blazers finally fold, and Deccie gets the job.
Gotta love rugby adminstration, huh?
To give a flavour of what English is like; Deccie has been coach of Munster twice, was hugely regarded as the coach of Dolphin, had won Christ alone knows how many senior schools titles with Pres (one of which I wasn't playing in, for which he has subsequently apologised to me as being wrong, which is a huge fucking consolation at not being up on the wall... :'( ) and had won an U-19 FIRA RWC as coach.
As for Ulster - Williams left two of their best players wander off. Ulster simply couldn't afford to lose Tommy Bowe, now tearing up the place for the Ospreys, but he let him go all the same. Dolt.