Elegant defender who became an excellent coach and manager was considerate enough to support a female
Football writer
The sudden revving of engines drowned out the conversation and Glenn Roeder leapt from his chair and stared, despairingly, out of the window. As a group of Newcastle’s junior players accelerated out of the adjacent car park at ridiculous speed, the club’s then academy director mused how best to pitch the safe driving lecture he would give the following morning.
The aim, as ever with Roeder, was to win hearts and minds but he knew it would not be easy. “You think you’re immortal at that age,” he said. “Little do you know …”