He limped off to applause, heading towards his manager Steve Bruce, who is also his father. The big man, far bigger and redder in the face than in his own playing days, looked as if he wanted to run towards his boy and throw his arms around him, tell him not to worry, it was all going to be okay and he was proud of him, so proud. Any father would want to do the same. But he couldn’t. He was the Boss.