From the "bad old days," a guy I knew went to play for Bear at Alabama and tore up his knee. Frankenstein scars on leg, it was the 70s, but he tried to come back and did come back but his legs were targets, even to guys on his team trying to get a spot.
As I said, the bad old days when going for the legs was normal, you know..... not soft like today. He was hurt again and basically told it was over.
Long story short, Bear basically said to him, "I don't care what you do, son, you no longer play for Alabama. I've got work to do....."
I miss the good old days when players weren't soft and could be discarded like trash when the sport damn near crippled them.