Right. Let's talk about Hansi Flick. Because the man has completely lost the plot and I think I know exactly why.

Barcelona got beaten 2-0 at home by Atletico Madrid. At the Spotify Camp Nou. Which, by the way, is a sentence I still can't say without wincing. Spotify Camp Nou. Don't get me started.

Anyway. Flick came out after the game absolutely seething. Raging. Said Marc Pubill should have been sent off. Said Barcelona should have had a penalty. Called it a "clear red." Went on and on about it like a man who had watched the incident back forty seven times on his little touchline screen.

Which, of course, he had.

And that's the problem with modern football.

In my day, a manager saw an incident once. In real time. From sixty yards away. With a physio's head in the way. You either saw it or you didn't. If you thought it was a foul, you had a shout at the fourth official, kicked a water bottle, and got on with managing the football match. You didn't have forensic evidence. You had a hunch and a temper. That was enough.

Now look at them. Every single one of them. Standing on the touchline with their tablets. Watching replays from nine different angles before the ball's even back in play. And what does it do? It makes them worse. Not better. Worse.

Because the more you watch something back, the more convinced you become that you're right. That's human nature, isn't it? You watch a fifty fifty challenge in slow motion and suddenly it looks like GBH. Watch it again and it looks like attempted murder. Watch it a third time and you're composing a strongly worded letter to UEFA.

Flick's not stupid. He's managed Bayern Munich. He's managed Germany. He knows football. But give a man a tablet and a grudge, and he turns into your uncle at Christmas arguing about a parking fine from 2019.

Here's what really happened. Simeone's Atletico came to Camp Nou, did what Simeone's Atletico always do, and ground Barcelona into dust. They were clinical. They were cynical. They were brilliant at being horrible. And Flick couldn't handle it because his team, all that lovely passing football, all that Barca DNA nonsense, couldn't break down a wall that Simeone has been building for over a decade.

So instead of saying "we weren't good enough," Flick grabbed the first controversial moment he could find and clung to it like a man hanging off a cliff.

That's what the technology does. It gives managers an excuse. A ready made grievance. Something to point at so nobody asks the real questions. Like why your midfield got overrun. Like why your defenders looked terrified. Like why you lost 2-0 at home in a Champions League quarter final and your only talking point is a decision that might or might not have gone your way.

In my day, if you lost 2-0 at home, you went into the dressing room, said some things that can't be printed, and then told the press you were disappointed with the performance. Simple. Honest. No replays needed.

Now managers come out with dossiers. Frame by frame analysis. "If you look at minute thirty seven from the angle behind the goal..." Mate. You lost. At home. By two goals. To a team whose entire philosophy is making football ugly. Maybe the problem isn't the referee.

Take the tablets away. All of them. Give every manager a thermos and a notepad. Watch what happens. They'll start managing again instead of litigating.

Flick's got a second leg to think about now. A two goal deficit to overturn. And if he spends the next week staring at replays of what should have been, he's already lost it.

Put the iPad down, Hansi. Manage the football club.