Early Fall, before Tyler Ullis's freshman season was underway, we passed by a restaurant, and from the street we could see most of the team spread around several tables. It looked for all the world like a young pasha (Ullis) holding court. Even from a distance it looked as if the players, new and old, deferred to him. I have no idea what he's like -- we didn't go in to get autographs or anything -- but I suspect that Ullis simply has It. Whatever It is. Whether he could communicate It to players in his charge is an open question. He may not want to. He's still young enough to play abroad somewhere.
I think my point is -- and I do have one -- that you can't rub the lamp of golden memory and summon up the assistant coach/djinn of your dreams.