Cracking Rant at a journalist after the Chelsea game last night..
Nigel Pearson
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He seems to have knack of it.. but I do like it when a Manager tries to put Journalist in his place..
Harry Redknapps was the funniest...
Yeah he took too long to search for the right words.
That massive pause at the start when he finally comes up with 'unbelievable' , the whole time I'm screaming
Contemptible!
Contemptible!
And the "you're either silly or.............................stupid"
I'm sorry RedNinja, and I don't mean to be rude, but if you consider that to be a 'cracking rant' I fear that you are chronically slow-witted
He said his team were always being unfairly critiqued..
The reporter said he'd never seen this and asked for an example
We've talked about it before, but Pearson is such a weirdo.
He's a not particularly bright individual trying to act as though there's a lot more to him than meets the eye. And failing.
I can imagine Pearson likes dogging. Probably wears a jumper tucked into his jeans ( which were on sale down the market ) and bristles when people call him Nige. " It's Nigel - got it ? ".
Apparently he has publicly apologised to the journo at today's press conference
[article=http://www.telegraph.co.uk/sport/football/teams/leicester-city/10610721/Leicester-City-manager-Nigel-Pearson-happy-to-keep-away-from-the-pack-at-top-of-the-Championship.html] There has always been this story circulating in football that Nigel Pearson, Leicester City’s record-breaking manager, once fought a bear in Romania. It wasn’t a bear. It was a pack of five vicious dogs and they almost killed the backpacking Pearson.
Pearson had done his research three years ago before boarding the rattler from Sheffield to London, the Eurostar to France and then trains across Europe and deep into the Carpathian mountains. He’d read up on these dogs who inhabit the area, protecting their owner’s sheep, regularly killing bears and occasionally attacking hikers.
Pearson was walking alone when confronted by the pack. One dog went straight for him, trying to occupy his attention while the other four circled behind, looking to bite his legs. Pearson blinded a couple with his walking pole, then fended the others off before diving into stinging nettles. The dogs loathe these because of their sensitive noses.
It went quiet and Pearson thought the dogs had gone. So he set off walking again but the pack was waiting, and attacked again. Sweat pouring off him, Pearson backed up against a tree and poked with his walking pole at the eyes of the dogs until they gave up, leaving him to his walking holiday.
He loves a walk. “That’s my escapism,’’ Pearson said, sitting in his office at Leicester’s Belvoir Drive training ground, a couple of landscapes on the wall. “I like being out there. I’ve done Snowdon, walked a bit of the Cleveland Way, did some of the Coast to Coast. When I was younger, I did the Yorkshire Three Peaks - Pen-y-ghent, Whernside, Ingleborough – and then half the Pennine Way but the lad I was doing it with got called into the Air Force, so we binned it. He went to the Falklands, helicopter mechanic. I would have gone into the Forces if it hadn’t been for football. RAF.’’ [/article]
Pearson had done his research three years ago before boarding the rattler from Sheffield to London, the Eurostar to France and then trains across Europe and deep into the Carpathian mountains. He’d read up on these dogs who inhabit the area, protecting their owner’s sheep, regularly killing bears and occasionally attacking hikers.
Pearson was walking alone when confronted by the pack. One dog went straight for him, trying to occupy his attention while the other four circled behind, looking to bite his legs. Pearson blinded a couple with his walking pole, then fended the others off before diving into stinging nettles. The dogs loathe these because of their sensitive noses.
It went quiet and Pearson thought the dogs had gone. So he set off walking again but the pack was waiting, and attacked again. Sweat pouring off him, Pearson backed up against a tree and poked with his walking pole at the eyes of the dogs until they gave up, leaving him to his walking holiday.
He loves a walk. “That’s my escapism,’’ Pearson said, sitting in his office at Leicester’s Belvoir Drive training ground, a couple of landscapes on the wall. “I like being out there. I’ve done Snowdon, walked a bit of the Cleveland Way, did some of the Coast to Coast. When I was younger, I did the Yorkshire Three Peaks - Pen-y-ghent, Whernside, Ingleborough – and then half the Pennine Way but the lad I was doing it with got called into the Air Force, so we binned it. He went to the Falklands, helicopter mechanic. I would have gone into the Forces if it hadn’t been for football. RAF.’’ [/article]
variety is the spice of life - Pearson and his strange behaviour/rants have certainly injected a dash of eccentricity which the city/boardroom suit clones (sadly on the ascendency in football) lack.
It wasn't a "cracking rant" in the slightest.
It was a half-baked, patronising jumble from a fucking bully.
He is a bit of a tit like it has to be said..
Can't see him being at Leicester long, he is the face of club..
You don't want a cunt like that representing your name...
Indeed not, but given that he looks like keeping them in the Prem (literally against the odds, as far as the bookies were concerned for most of the season) I can't see them throwing him overboard any time soon.
Maybe he'll look at some animal the wrong way in a nightclub one Saturday night and get taught some manners.
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Maybe he'll look at some animal the wrong way in a nightclub one Saturday night and get taught some manners.
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I believe the first exchanges went like this:
Pearson: My players have responded well to criticism
Reporter: What criticism was that?
Pearson: *rant*
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