GARY TEDDER looks at the amazing change in the way managers behave on the touchline

It may be difficult to believe now, when observing the latest outbreak of managerial pitch-side pyrotechnics, but there was a time on match days when a club’s manager appeared to be the calmest man in the ground.
Dressed like the chief clerk from a local bank, in a sober, often cheap looking suit, white shirt and plain, dark tie, with the seasonal addition of a well-worn mackintosh, or – and this always gave him the roguish air of a second-hand car salesman – a sheep-skin jacket, he wo...