A manager embarked on a particularly animated display of pointing. Then he crouched down, seemingly to get the view from three feet. He strayed out of his technical area, at one stage entering the other. He thrust his left arm out, like a man desperate to hail a taxi. He had his head in his hands time and again. He collected a caution for running at the fourth official in semi-comical fashion.
It wasn’t Carlo Ancelotti. How could it be? The Real Madrid manager has survived for 40 years at the summit of the game, often without resorting to anything more demonstrative than an arched eyebrow.
