Why wearing your heart on your sleeve should never be frowned upon.
Wayne Rooney is a confidence player, a performer of the highest calibre who lives and breaths every tackle, every goal and every pass. So when I see him cursing in disgust at being substituted, as he was last night against Beskitas, I am in a way pleased to see such a show of raw unadulterated passion and I am sure Sir Alex secretly admires and encourages it also.
For the same reason I like to see Wayne running back like a madman every time he loses the ball, I felt that his show of anger at being replaced just illustrates so starkly what playing for the club means to him. It’s something the Man United boss is right to not react with disdain to, it’s part of the strikers charm.
There is a dividing line for me between taking ones shirt off and throwing it to the ground and simply gesticulating and flinging boots to the floor, the former suggests a type of disrespect to the club, whilst the latter implies an irritation with circumstances rather than his place in a team as a whole. Maybe he was inwardly angry at his own average display after such a strong run of good games for club and country and he was probably as irritated with himself than his boss for taking him off.
You can’t change the former Everton lad’s temperament though he has done well to cut out the niggly petulant tackles that used to drive us as United fans crazy but he still instills that measure of drive and determination that is a pleasure to observe. It’s a facet of his game that is very much part of his personal success, Ferguson wouldn’t have it any other way and nor would we, his ardent followers.