David Moyes turned to the official and did the universal sign for "are you blind, pal?" making a pair of glasses with his hands, lifting them to his face and peering through in disbelief. The referee sent him off. His eyes widened and he turned, jogged across the running track, vaulted over the barrier, and nimbly climbed into the stands where the supporters sat, taking up an empty seat a few rows up from the front. He was still wearing a look that said "that guy, eh," the hint of a smile creeping across his face.