I don't think it was poor damage control per se. More it was a conflation of several factors, the water mains were wrecked by the missile so it took longer than normal to get fire fighting started, the ship had a lot of aluminium ladders as a weight saving measure some of which melted making it harder for damage control crews to get around the ship, the MOD had just replaced their cotton and wool uniforms with polyester which just melted causing serious injuries, the missile partially detonated which scattered burning solid rocket fuel and explosives through the ship making DC harder.
The RN certainly took damage control a lot more seriously after the Falklands and built a big damage control simulator which my brother had to go through when in the RNR, he came back from that training looking like he had been down a mine. They could move the simulator and fill it with water, flames and smoke so the crews got hands on experience of working in smoke and flood conditions.
I believe it was called 'The Drew' just on the outskirts of Portsmouth - great fun when you are an 18 year old
I was a lowly RNR MEM2 and being 'keen' had volunteered to be first down the ladder with the bag of wedges and a hammer as part of a DC team
I was told 'very clearly' by the highly experienced veteren to not go down the ladder 'front first' but to turn around and gingerly go down backwards (facing the ladder) as a simulated damaged water main would be spraying water down the hatch at about a million PSI and if I attempted to go 'front first' the water pressure would knock me off the ladder and basically propel me into the lower compartment 'head first'
I did mention being keen?
......luckily for me there was the best part of a meter of water to cushion my landing and more importantly none of my 'ship mates' to witness it - although the training staff probably got a good laugh as I spluttering with shock and confusion as I emerged from the water frantically looking for the bag of wedges and hammer I had been entrusted with.
Ahh good time....
I also conducted firefighting at a place I think was called HMS Phoenix?
A great deal of emphasis was placed on the fear nought suits being made of compressed cotton (jokes of 'have you ever seen a sheep burn?'*) and to ensure that our underwear was not made of polyester etc and given graphic illustrations as to why!
The first thing the training staff did when we were all suited up in our firefighting gear including anti-flash hood and BASCA mask with tank was to heard us into a big metal compartment close the doors leaving us in darkness with only a small fire at one end to provide light and then without warning what so ever from them or the older hands one of the staff threw a bucket of petrol on to it - instantly engulfing everyone in a fire ball - that was so quick that I think I managed to get about 5 cm's into my 'Holy fuck' attempt at a duck.
The doors where then opened we were herded out (laughing our heads off) and told that the fireball was 1000 degrees C or some such and that we should have confidence in the kit as it obviously works!
As I said, great fun when you are an 18 year old