The Last Night on the Bench
There is a specific kind of silence that follows a 3-0.
Not grief, exactly. More like stepping off a train at the wrong stop and still checking your phone to confirm what you already knew.
G2 lost to LYON in the MSI semifinals on a Wednesday. By Friday evening, Dylan Falco was no longer their head coach. The organization didn’t wait for the dust to settle. Maybe they felt they had been breathing dust for a while.
Falco spent five years at G2. Eleven LEC titles. Three top-four finishes at MSI. Numbers serious enough that they’d stop any conversation — and still leave you with the nagging feeling that somewhere above him there was a ceiling nobody had managed to touch.

The ceiling, apparently, was also his problem.
Romain Bigeard said G2 brought Perkz in after the Winter Split because the team needed to “break another ceiling.” Turn that phrase over for a second. It implies Falco had already been in the room with the ceiling. That both of them knew exactly where it sat. That only one of them had a different idea about how to hit it.
Two coaching philosophies. One dressing room. Eventually, a choice.
Perkz knows G2 the way you know a house you grew up in. He was there at the beginning — a teenage mid laner, his first LEC title in 2016. He gave up his position in 2019 so Caps could play, not because someone asked him to but because winning the whole thing seemed more interesting than being right about his best role. G2 went to Worlds finals that year. He was right.
Now he sits on the other side of the whiteboard.

Whether it works is a question for the Esports World Cup, which starts next Wednesday. Whether it was the right call is something nobody can answer yet, including the people who made it.
Something that took five years to build ended a few hours after a bad afternoon. Not because five years were wasted. Because the next version of G2 needed someone who hadn’t already made peace with the ceiling.
Falco was called “the GOAT western coach” by the people who let him go. In certain rooms, that’s about the most generous thing you can say to someone on their way out the door.

