A week of pitching personalities!
The last few days have seen a number of high profile contests. Each of them has been characterised through people whose style, behavior, attitude and force of personality, rather than the substance of their argument, carried the day.
Ferguson vs Mourhino.
Two of the world’s biggest sports brands met last week. Not Man U and Inter Milan, virtually ignored in headlines, but Ferguson and Mourhino. Masters of the media, their contrasting strengths of expression, angry one scornful the other, body language, immovable countering gesticulation, and tone, Scottish imperturbabilty against Portugese fluency captivated. The result a draw. ( Match also a draw!)
Obama vs Jindal.
Governor Bobby Jindal, 37, Rhodes scholar, son of Indian immigrants, is the rising Republican star and possible candidate in 2012. Responding to the budget speech in Congress, he was up against an Obama finding that “you campaign in poetry and govern in prose”. The prose was more than good enough to see off Jindal’s “hackneyed folksy message, delivered straight off autocue, in the robotic tones of a personal claims lawyer”.
Paxman vs Trimble.
University Challenge is a favourite programme, to the irritation of family as I shout success on the, rare, occasions of beating the buzzer. Normally, Paxman is the unopposed star of the show with his characteristic authorative delivery, interspersed with barely concealed distaste for ignorance. He met his match in Gail Trimble. The cleverest ever contestant’s natural and unaffected manner conquered Paxman.
Wogan vs BBC
Some eight million listeners start their day with the inimitable Terry Wogan. The easygoing, effortless charm, the self deprecating humour, the quirky banter, the unmistakable voice of a true radio genius. But a genius who understands his audience. Unlike his masters at the BBC, corporately sterile and out of touch. No wonder he’s thinking of quitting.
The eyes have it.
A programme on BBC2 on Thursday evening, “Media Revolution; Tomorrow’s TV”, looked at the phenomenal worldwide success of programme ideas originated here. In the States, where superlatives are the norm, American Idol is “the biggest show by far” and has been for five years.
Some 40 countries have their own ‘Strictly Come Dancing’ but leading the field is “Who wants to be a Millionaire”, already in 107 countries. The format is stricly adhered to including casting the right host, someone who can be the Chris Tarrant (of, in this case, Albania) or the compellingly awful show host in Slumdog Millionaire.
The programme followed the all important auditions under the scrutiny of veteran Rod Taylor, (Head of Production for the show owner, 2 way traffic). His is the vital decision in selecting the host, the person around whom the show revolves, the biggest job in television locally.
Rod takes this decision in his stride. “His inabilty to speak Albanian gives him no problem in deciding who will win the audition”!
From body language and tone, he could judge who would make the better presenter, who had the confidence, and how they would respond to the camera and how the camera would respond to them. He could see who was, or was not, comfortable.
For me, this story is the most vivid demonstration of a recurring pitchcoach theme, it’s not what you say, it’s the way you say it. Together with reminder that only 8% of communication effect is purely verbal, the rest is visual and tone.
You might say this is music to my ears, except that from now on at rehearsals, I will wear ear plugs!
A formula for conversion (the holy grail)
It goes wIthout saying that the end game in any pitch is to convert the prospect into a client. Companies that are good at pitching will win more pitches, and have a better conversion rate, than those that are not, even though they may be similiar in other aspects of their performance.
This obvious truth holds across all types of business, where pitching is equally competitive, but it tends to be more publicly discussed in advertising than other fields. The award winning TV series Mad Men spices its drama with pitches but it is the trade magazine Campaign that leads the way with its league tables.
The most recent of these just published is the AAR’s Pitching Tables for 2008. This reveals that “the best performing agency in terms of pitch conversion was Team Saatchi which converted all of the five pitches it competed in”. No other agency achieved a 100% strike rate!
Having handed over to managing director, Sophie Hooper, three years ago, I have a good idea of their pitch winning formula. Great ideas, of course. As important, if not more so, intensity, infectious energy, a very real sense of team, and making the prospect feel like the most important person in the world.
A simple formula brilliantly executed. Congratulations Team!
Lesson for today.
A visiting London bishop, in full regalia, gave the sermon at St Michael and All Saints church in Chiswick today. I was not there but this was no ordinary performance. In the words of one of the rapt congregation:
” His address was mainly aimed at confirmation candidates, but instead of from the pulpit, he walked up to the front pews and talked to them face to face, and then continued to talk to the rest of the congregation as his sermon expanded. He did so without notes, with no pauses, with good eye contact involving both sides of the church.
It was delivered with passion and, even though he was among the people, with no less dignity than if he were preaching from the pulpit. On the contrary, the congregation listened harder, got his message and felt his faith more readily. He was very impressive.”
An inspirational sermon by someone who understands that the power of his words is lifted by the energy, the interaction, and yes, the body language of his performance.
My own epiphany moment was some years ago. I was to make a speech to around 200 people, seated at tables, in a marquee. The occasion was my niece’s twenty first birthday, so saying the right thing was critical. I spent many hours preparing.
In the event, a combination of nerves and champagne saw me, to the surprise of the guests, and me, wandering among the tables at random, gesturing for emphasis, delivering my finely honed speech. No one remembered a word I said. But to this day, the way I spoke them has entered into Shropshire folklore!