The first manager I ever respected was this goofball who worked at a fast food restaurant. I don't think the other managers took him seriously. He didn't really take himself seriously either (told the worst jokes), but when there was a rush he was the one you wanted running the kitchen. The other 2-3 people were kind of assholes under stress (they were assholes all the time if I'm honest). He was a machine, and it didn't hurt that he good at predicting orders before they were even made. We always made too much food in these situations but more of his would sell and the wait times were lower.

In war room after war room there has always been at least one person who would be categorized as 'disorganized' by their coworkers. When thrown into a stressful situation they either don't change or become more focused, while the 'organized' people crumple like tissue paper, so Mr Disorganized ends up either fixing the problem, keeping everyone on task until it does get fixed, or insisted on some process/tool improvement that made the problem easier to identify or fix.