I came across this article in the Scotsman on substitutions a while back....
SOMETIMES we seem to be in danger of doing our sportsmen some disservice. We forget that for the most part they tend to be very young and have a lot to learn.
The fact that they are often grossly overpaid shouldn't be allowed to cloud our judgment. They're only paid what some people are prepared to pay them. This train of thought trundled into the station recently when two footballers, Wayne Rooney and Cristiano Ronaldo, were taken off before the end of matches in which they were taking part and Rooney started to throw boots about and Ronaldo looked as if someone had stolen his fruit gums.
In neither case, I would submit, were the reactions all that surprising. Most people who played football in their youth and can still remember the experience, will realise, if they put their minds to it, how they would have felt themselves had they been out there all fit and healthy, enjoying a game of football when, suddenly, someone told them to stop what they were doing, get off and have a bath. It must be particularly galling if you can play football like Rooney and Ronaldo.
Of course, football has come a long way since the days when jackets doubled up as goalposts and the athletes involved were wont to relax with a fag at half-time. Now it's all diets and physios and at the top end of the scale it has become a squad game. Footballers have had to accept that, having assembled considerable numbers of players at great expense, managers feel more or less obliged to do a bit of tinkering now and then. In Rooney's case, the early departure seemed to be because a change in the pattern of play had been deemed necessary, while in Ronaldo's, the aim was to keep him fresh for an up-coming midweek European tie.
Worthy causes on both fronts, no doubt, but try telling that to youngsters raring to go. Come to that, try telling it to the people who have paid to come along to see them. I often watch the comings and goings in the latter parts of matches, when players are trudging off and bounding on in endless relays and think back to my boyhood when I watched the Hibs and wonder how I would have reacted had anyone dared to take off Gordon Smith. I'd probably have emigrated. Fortunately, in those days, the only ways to leave the field before the end of the game were by the referee's decree or by stretcher.