Pressure? What pressure? Let's assume, for the sake of argument, that you work in a managerial position in a fairly large organisation. And let's assume that because of factors which may or may not be beyond your control, you lose the big contract your company is pitching for, or that you don't manage to meet targets for the quarter. So what do you do? Do you go round to the head office of the company that won the pitch, roll up your sleeves (carefully making sure your tattoos are not showing) and lay into their equivalent at your level?

You can see where this is leading. Over the weekend, football managers revealed that they had not been listening at their MBA courses in Strasbourg in a series of incidents, led, naturellement, by that doyen of academics, Neil Warnock. Now Warnock is not everybody's cup of latte (in his case, mug of steaming builders' tea). His persona in management style is the brash Yorkshire lad from 'up t'road' who has managed to escape goin' down't pits and carved a 'career' as a footballer and manager. And no-one doubts the success he has achieved – highlighted, of course, by the Oscar that everyone who is anyone is so desperate to achieve, namely being voted 'Yorkshireman of the Year' recently. In true Hollywood style, he was pictured placing his hand on a cobbled street in Rotherham (Hollywood Boulevard style), with a whippet and dripping sandwich in tow.

So one can understand why Warnock’s provocative action of mocking a player stamping on another at Sheffield United's match at Reading caused a mass brawl between the respective benches. Interesting that the only person not involved in the punch-up was Reading boss Steve Coppell, who does have a degree in economics. Coppell, however, is not entirely blameless. He needs to go back to his text books and find a way of dealing with his winger Steve Hunt, who has been involved in too many niggly incidents this season and who seems to enjoy the tag of notoriety.

Warnock is one of those bosses who could pick a prerogative fight in an empty room. He is never to blame, it's always referees, opposing players, fans, car-park attendants and canteen managers. He should facade up to the truth. His team are a bunch of cloggers who look out of place with the suave types in the Premiership.

Next, we move on to Jose Mourinho who appeared to incur the wrath of winger Arjen Robben when he subbed him at Anfield on Saturday. Robben exhibited a spot of what sociologists call 'industrial deviancy' by removing his shirt as he passed Mourinho. Tut tut, what could the nice, modest Portuguese chappie have done to deserve that?

Billy Davies is next. Who? Yes, the thoughtful Derby County boss was 'sent off' for having a 'discussion' with the fourth official in the Southend-Derby game. I have a really good source who tells me the two academics were engaged in a rigorous debate about dialectical materialism, so you can understand why some words with four letters were used (any more than four letters might be too difficult to understand). At any rate, Davies told the BBC he was banished from the touchline for arguing with the fourth official over putting one foot outside the technical area. On such things do giant corporations collapse. I can't imagine why Davies was complaining - his team won.