When we first had Directors of Football in this country it was a more experienced old hand providing guidance to a younger manager ( Lawrie for Bally perhaps, and before that Ted Bates for Lawrie, although he’d probably been horrified at such a title).
Now it’s some fucker in a sharp suit, or skinny jeans, after a spell coaching the U12’s, armed with a laptop, dictating to a track suited (manager) head coach.
The DoF can play at beng the manager, without facing the flak, that goes with it. If it goes tits up, then sack the head coach.
Bring back Sir Clive.