I have a terrible sense of direction. Years ago, before the advent of GPS, I would sometimes be riding with a friend when we would come to an uncertain intersection. I would be asked which way I thought we should go and the driver would then do the opposite. I was initially perturbed but it soon became apparent that this method worked well in excess of 50% of the time, so thereafter I just accepted it. To this day it's a running joke among some of my friends.
The point is: I find myself often at odds with Hinch's decisions, but I don't let it bother me because over the last three years he's been right way more than I have and I recognize that.
Hinch is the archetype of the twenty first century manager.