This week I feel compelled to point out the bleeding obvious - Ange Postecoglou and Frank Farina are two very different types of manager.

A disproportionate amount of criticism has been directed at Postecoglou following the departures of Craig Moore and Charlie Miller over the past month. The fans were understandably a little bit shocked to see two very high profile players depart in less than pleasant circumstances; but, to steal a Woody Allen one-liner, it would appear that commentary and dissent have merged to form dysentery.

Did anyone really expect Postecoglou to keep Farina's squad when their styles are as different as chalk and cheese? Or, ouzo and limoncello for that matter?

Farina has always been one of the lads. He played in some of the best leagues in Europe and represented Australia on 67 occasions. His stints in charge of Brisbane Strikers and Marconi Fairfield proved that he was not only a player/coach - he was a player's coach.

Farina placed value on complimentary personalities and this was evidenced by his recruitment policy. His signings consisted of larger than life characters like Danny Tiatto and the aforementioned Miller and Moore. Similarly the player's first culled by Farina were not the most charismatic of individuals either on or off the field - Chad Gibson, Ante Milicic, Remo Buess and Marcus Wedau.

It seems that Farina's strategy was not only to get a group of players that could play together but that could also socialise together. One of the reported reasons for the departure of Sasa Ognenovski to Adelaide United was that despite being big on personality, he just didn't fit in with the new culture Farina was forming. It certainly had nothing to do with the Oggy-Monster's ability.

While there is merit in Farina's train of thought (and besides who am I to question the methods of a title-winning manager?) there is no one true path to domestic success. A quick glance at the A-League thus far proves the only thing that Ernie Merrick, Gary van Egmond and Pierre Littbarski have in common is that they all took their teams to platinum toilet seat glory.

So now, after Miron Bleiberg's tactically inept tenure and Frank Farina's football-for-the-fellas mentality, Brisbane Roar is attempting a third way. And, from a cursory look at Postecoglou's record, it may just be the way forward.

Postecoglou played a part in all four of South Melbourne's National Soccer League titles - two as a player and two as a coach. Not only that, he also took his squad to the World Club Championship in Brazil.

Although I am not and never have been a South Melbourne sympathiser, as an Australian I was proud of the way that team performed in 2000 against the much larger and richer clubs Manchester United, Necaxa and Vasco da Gama. If Brisbane Roar can achieve as much under Postecoglou's watchful eye then I certainly won't be complaining.

But to achieve this, it is mandatory Postecoglou shapes the squad to complement not only his style of play but his own personality. As he sees it, he cannot have experienced warhorses, who granted know a thing or two about the game, undermining his authority. It's a simple case of working as a team and doing things Ange's way.

Perhaps the dysenteric critics are correct and Postecoglou shot himself in the foot by releasing quality players without any obvious replacements (although, this has been rectified with the signing of Pieter Collen and the rumours of even better signings to come). But then again, I'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt until he forms a squad of his own making.

It may be crude but ultimately dysentery will only leave you with shit on your shoes and that's a foot I would prefer not to have placed in my mouth if I can avoid it.