Glenavon fans were stunned when Terry Nicholson, one of the most popular managers in the club's history, was sacked.
Nicky' had, after all, built one of the most attractive, attack-minded teams in the country, and had come within a whisker of winning the Irish League title a year earlier.
The Magheralin man had also ended the club's 23-year trophy drought courtesy of a sensational 6-1 win over Linfield in the Budweiser Cup final.
But he was shown the door shortly after the club's away-goals exit to Ilves in a Cup Winners' Cup tie - or, more specifically, some players' behaviour in Finland during what one in-situ reporter described as "a Sodom and Gomorrah trip".
The morning after his dismissal, Nicky admitted to me that there had been "some horseplay", but "nothing out of the ordinary for an away match in Europe".
That was nearly three decades ago, but it could have been last week.
Boys will be boys, and foreign girls will visit footballers' hotel rooms.
Billy Bingham once told me that, during his first spell as Northern Ireland manager, he posted 'sentries' near fire escapes to prevent Bestie and co sneaking out at night.
"They must have thought I'd come up the Bann in a bubble; they forgot I was a player (pun intended) myself," he said, adding: "I knew all their moves. Sometimes, though, it was like trying to herd sheep - and that was BEFORE matches."
History is littered with examples of the sort of "horse play" Nicky referred to.
Four years after Glenavon FC became 'Club 18-30', Northern Ireland's notorious 1995 tour of Canada hit the front pages.
Keith Gillespie, then the GAWA terrace hero, bagged the biggest headlines after a shocked Edmonton hotel receptionist saw a lot more of him than she'd bargained for at the check-in desk (although, as a remorseful Gilly later explained, he was only trying to urinate on a nearby team-mate. As you do).
Paul Gascoigne and other England players' shenanigans in Hong Kong's China Jump Bar, scene of the 'dentist's chair incident' (lovingly recreated following Gazza's goal against Scotland), dominated the tabloids prior to Euro '96.
What Foden and Greenwood did was both reckless and unjustifiable. By breaking 'biosecure protocol', these idiots put the health of their team-mates and coaches at risk.
I know of one local player who unashamedly taped all his "playing away in Europe" moments, meticulously labelling the lurid VHS recordings with the fixture and date of the game.
His unsuspecting wife even bought him a small wooden bookcase where he could store his cherished "football memories".
("Don't forget to put them in the proper chronological order, dear...")
From the digital age, the November 2007 recording of two Northern Ireland Under-21 internationals 'romping' with a young girl in a Co Antrim hotel room, while another player kindly filmed the 'action', predictably went viral.
And that brings us neatly on to Messrs Greenwood and Foden.
Their late night rendezvous with two Icelandic girls in Reykjavik led to the young England pair being sent home in disgrace, but also led to a blizzard of social media posts questioning what exactly the Man City midfielder and Man United striker had done wrong.
This escapade wasn't before an important game, it followed one - which England, lest we forget, won - and it's commonplace for players to then 'let their hair down' post-match.
And, yes, 20-year old Phil Foden has a partner and young child at home, but we live in a world where the queen of 'wags' is Coleen Rooney, the perenially-forgiving wife of serial offender Wayne.
Moreover, as a former football correspondent who covered scores of these foreign encounters, I found a lot of the subsequent tut, tut piety and earnest moralising both hypocritical and laughable.
He from Fleet Street who hath never sinned and all that, eh lads?
Foden and 18-year-old Mason Greenwood, both of whom issued grovelling, PR-composed apologies for their behaviour, aren't expected to espouse ethics or celibacy.
They're not the first footballers to fraternise with locals in faraway hotel rooms and certainly won't be the last.
If you think I'm defending them, however, you couldn't be more wrong.
What would have been passed off six months ago as harmless fun involving bored, horny, tight-bodied kids - nothing to see here, folks (except the inevitable bare backside) - is rightly deemed gross misconduct in this day and age.
What Foden and Greenwood did was both reckless and unjustifiable.
By breaking 'biosecure protocol', these idiots put the health of their team-mates and coaches at risk.
And, thanks to their selfish, unprofessional behaviour, the second game of an already hugely expensive international trip was also in danger of being cancelled.
The most nauseating aspect for me, however, was the crass sense of entitlement displayed by two young men who, despite their tender ages, are fabulously wealthy and clearly believe, already, that 'normal' rules no lonfwe apply to them.
At a time when the irresponsibility displayed by the younger generation during this killer pandemic has never been under more scrutiny, it would have been nice if Foden and Greenwood had blazed a trail as thoughtful, considerate and influential role models.
Instead, they reverted to pathetic, predictable type.
Squeaky-bum wager finally benefits Leeds
That was an impressive, if ultimately pointless, Premier League debut against Liverpool for Marcelo Bielsa and Leeds.
Had the club not got promotion to the moneybags league, however, he'd have been gone, even though directors, fans - and Bielsa himself - wanted otherwise. The reason? Money.
Under Bielsa, Leeds have lost £33m in the last two years and, under EFL rules, would have been permitted to percolate only £6m more over the coming season; the manager's salary alone is a lot more than that.
Administration would have been a more likely bet than promotion in 2020-21.
But, unlike two decades ago when Leeds recklessly 'bet the ranch', this time the gamble paid off. Good luck to them.