[Lord Didsbury]

Correct me if I'm wrong, but in years gone by didn't a player who gashed his head have to leave the pitch, sniff into the bottle of smelling salts, get some emergency stitches from the club doctor, then have some badly applied bandages wrapped round their bonce before returning several minutes later to a huge roar of the crowd and the flash bulbs of cameras from across the world getting the shot for next morning's papers?
Yesterday it was all done with the speed of an F1 pit stop and as much fuss as if Billy's sock tie had come loose.

I reckon they were wusses in "the good old days".