The trouble with Stuart Baxter is that his sensibility is as out of tune as Theresa May's dance moves.
Did you see the gogo from Britain during her African adventure?
She zig-zagged sideways in a manner akin to a drunken goat, if not a giraffe calf taking its first baby steps.
The Bafana Bafana coach brewed up an unnecessary storm by adding his son Lee to his ever-evolving technical team.
Yes he has a right to create his technical team in his own image, except that Baxter has taken it far too literally.
Temporary as it may be, this blatant nepotism, without justification, that stinks from hell all the way to heaven should not have been allowed.
Justifying his decision by claiming that there was no time to run around the country looking for a goalkeeper coach drips with absolute arrogance.
The fact that the timid timers and ol' ladies at Safa gave this father and son braskap their blessings doesn't make it right. What do you expect from the silky suited souls?
They are less bothered by Bafana. Their priority is to get the head honcho a seat at the Fifa top table?
When confronted with a similar conundrum, former Bafana coach Clive Barker dealt with it in a manner that made sense. Don't take my word for it. Peruse the pages of the book Coach: The Life and Soccer Times of Clive Barker.
On page 28 you will find the following: "It was really tough coaching my own son. It was terrible, because if he had played well I couldn't really go overboard in my praise of his performance, and if he played badly then I did go a bit overboard about it.
"Eventually, there came a tough call to acknowledge that he deserved to play as first choice in his position, but I had to make that decision without appearing that I was favouring my own son.
"I sat him down and explained that either he had to go or I had to go, one of the two. He went, returning to Ramblers; it was not a nice decision to have to make, but I think it was the sensible one." And that's how John Barker left Juventus.
Juxtapose Barker's quote against Baxter's mouthing and you get chalk and cheese. In defending his senseless decision, Baxter bellowed: "It's not as if I've run out and roped my son the second he's landed in this country. He's been working with Chiefs and with SuperSport.
"And people maybe always will have opinions. And they don't always have to be well-founded. Never let the truth get in the way of a good moan.
"I don't expect it to be a decision that is attacked by the people who understand football. But does that mean it won't be attacked by certain people - well, it may do. But I'll be massively disappointed and surprised if people don't see it for what it actually is. It's the best decision in a very difficult situation."
Baxter has carte blanche because the Safa stooges permit him the stage.
This is the same man who had the temerity to negotiate with a team while engaged in a long-term contract with a national association. Elsewhere, such dealings are dismissed with the disdain they deserve.
When Julen Lopetegui pulled that stupid stunt in Spain by announcing that he had accepted the vacant job at Real Madrid, the Spain Football Federation jettisoned him two days before the start of the 2018 World Cup.
Here is the million recession-laden rand question: Did Baxter keep Safa in the loop that he was talking to Chiefs?
If he did, Safa saw absolutely nothing wrong with their head coach - who failed to qualify for the 2006 and 2018 World Cup and is in the middle of an Afcon qualifying campaign - getting cosy with his former club with the view to rejoining them. It is scant consolation that Andre Arendse will be restored to his position. Bafana are not a family business for moegoes...