Debutant youngster Harrison Panayiotou’s last-minute winner had
barely hit the back of the net at Elland Road back in late April before the
curtain came crashing down on an underwhelming season for Leicester City. Nigel
Pearson was the man holding the cord.
Brought back to the club for a second spell
mid-way through a whirlwind season, for Nigel Pearson it was mission very much
unaccomplished. An authoritarian whose three principles of his people are
consistency, dependability and discipline, this was unquestionably a team cast
not in Pearson’s image.
"We finished with a win and that's the best
you can say. The season has finished now and we are looking forward to getting
a rebuild" was as enthused a summation as Pearson could muster. Although
oft depicted as an abrasive character with a dour demeanour, this time there
was no agenda. Pearson wore the look of a man weary of the failings and
shortcomings of a squad bestowed upon him. A squad clumsily and carelessly thrown
together by the free-spending Sven-Goran Eriksson.
Of the carefully crafted squad he had intricately
put together in his first spell at the club, few remnants, even less
resemblance.
Two months further into Pearson’s second Leicester
City chapter, things have changed. So the story goes that a reconstruction is
underway. Leicester City are doing their business early.
The proverb teaches that the early bird catches
the worm, but in the murky undergrowth there ordinarily lies the deadwood. Matt
Oakley, gone. Chris Weale, departed. The last thing Steve Howard headed for
Leicester City? The exit list.
The door had scarcely missed injury-ravaged
Aleksandar Tunchev also on his way out before Pearson was welcoming Richie De
Laet and Matt James from Manchester United. Pearson has dusted off his blueprint,
smattered with touches of black and amber from his time at Hull City, to mark
the dawning of his second era.
Pearson shops at ‘The Big Four’. If Manchester
United had a loyalty card then he alone would have more points than the
miserable sixty-six his team could muster in The Championship last season. It
is a policy that has served him well, buying and borrowing those players
falling just short of the impeccable standards demanded by the clubs that have
nurtured them through state-of-the-art academies, providing the best tutelage
in the country.
To young players with potential to fill and a
desire to succeed, Mr Pearson provides the guidance. The first lesson? His word
goes.
As the weeks and months of last season passed by,
as winter turned to spring, Nigel Pearson cut a forlorn, frustrated figure.
Opportunities came and went, over-paid yet under-performing players failed to
grasp crucial points in the same manner they failed to grasp Pearson’s
philosophy. His window was locked until the summer.
Leicester City flirted with the play-offs but,
unlike his predecessor Ericsson, Pearson is no football romantic.
Pearson can make unspectacular players achieve
spectacular things, but for players who believe that spectacular feats are
theirs alone, he has no time. Pearson has time only for the team. An ego is
ergo unwelcome.
Matt Mills, rolled out last July as the headline
signing of a spending-spree founded upon new Thai wealth, looks to be on his
way out of the club. It’s Pearson’s way or the highway and Mills is seemingly
on the road to Bolton.
Sol Bamba, an exuberant and at times exhilarating
centre half whose extravagance was at times too readily related to risk rather
than reward, has been sold. Lee Peltier and Paul Konchesky, both just twelve
months into their Leicester City careers, and after both having had impressive
seasons, have also been linked with a departure away from the club.
Such decisions are clearly financial and not
football in their nature. Pearson has weighed up their value on the pitch and
what they are being paid off it. And he has decided that it doesn't equate. For
Pearson, a player’s worth is determined by what they bring to the team and not
what they take from their wage packet. An imbalance exists in the reward given
and the return received from those handed bumper contracts by Eriksson.
Another arrival at the King Power Stadium is
striker Jamie Vardy. Prolific at a lower level with thirty-one goals in
thirty-six games for Fleetwood Town in their promotion season from the Blue
Square Premier League, Vardy has his chance at a higher level. A hunger to
succeed, humble beginnings. Vardy’s endeavour has earned him the shirt cut from
Pearson’s cloth.
Vardy, along with James and De Laet, joins what
are the makings of a strong squad at Leicester City. Through a youth system
which proclaims Emile Heskey as its last graduate of real calibre over a decade
ago, promising young strikers Jeffrey Schlupp and debut match-winner Panayiotou
are emerging. At Elland Road a baby-faced assassin was born, yet one who has
yet to cut his teeth. Their time will come, for Vardy and new company the time is
now.
For Pearson too, there is no time like the
present. In trimming the wages of his squad, with one eye on the Financial Fair
Play regulations that are looming large and the other on equality and balance
within his playing squad, he is ridding the club of the egos that put pay to
any collective substance last season. He knows that the pressure is on in the
forthcoming season. Fail to prepare, prepare to fail. Pearson is preparing
early.
Before that inaugural outing for Panayiotou
Pearson had promised: “How I deal with the close season, I will do that in my
own way”. A man of his word, Pearson has
set about the task in a quiet manner. In doing so, he aims to fulfil another
promise, that of promotion made to Leicester City’s success-driven Thai owners.
The very same owners who handed Sven-Goran Eriksson his latest pay-off rather
ruthlessly when he was just two points of those coveted play-off positions.
There is history with Nigel Pearson and Leicester
City. There remains unfinished business. He is not about to let that business
take care of itself, for he knows that, in doing so, he himself could become
history.
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