http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/fo...on-makes-players-wear-heart-monitors-bed.html
It's not very often people feel sorry for footballers' WAGs.
But I think everyone should make an exception as far as Leicester City's are concerned.
If you are the other half of a well-toned, professional athlete who is worshipped and paid by the thousand, there shouldn't be too many drawbacks.
But when you may have gone up for an early night and are settling into your satin sheets, the sight of your man getting into bed wearing a heart monitor can be viewed as something of a turn-off.
Yes, that's right. Leicester City's players wear them to bed.
The use of heart monitors isn't new. They've been used for quite some time now.
But when the success of a manager is dissected, what will be seen is that Nigel Pearson is a total convert to science in sport.
Blood tests are taken regularly and his backroom staff is second-to-none, all clued up with the latest gadgets and gismos that, I'm sorry, the modern-day player wants.
For, if they are to believe the hype that they are athletes, it then follows that they want to be treated accordingly.
It may be a hallmark of the work carried out at the Football Association, where Pearson was schooled for a while, that he learned the importance - or decided himself - upon the importance of that strain of management.
It has also been noted that Leicester aren't picking up soft-muscle tissue injuries with the same frequency. Three hamstring strains is about the job lot of it at the moment.
Of course, this minutae was not highlighted when the Foxes were dropping out of the Championship.
Mind you, it was difficult to take down all the goings-on during a couple of seasons when Milan Mandaric needed a turnstile instead of a manager's door, never mind one on the dressing-room.
Sometimes there is a convergence of right man, right place, right time. It happened at West Brom almost a decade ago now when Gary Megson banged a few heads together (metaphorically speaking). And that is clearly what has happened at the Walkers Stadium.
Leicester City desperately needed stability. Pearson provided more than that by securing promotion at his first attempt.
It was an achievement that should have earned more praise than it did. True, the Foxes' wage bill was large. But Nottingham Forest and Leeds United haven't been paying peanuts and neither of those clubs returned at the first time of asking.
He then acted shrewdly in the market during the summer and, with the likes of Ritchie Wellens, a £1.25m purchase that largely slipped by the radar during the summer, is prospering. Not to mention the success of his forays into the loan market with Messrs Waghorn and McGivern.
The arrival at the club of American consultants, employed to review what 'revenue streams' might be generated from outside Leicestershire co-incided with Edgar Davids' proposed signing. The Dutchman boasts an American agent, too.
This Foxes' boss isn't really interested in publicity stunts, which I'm far from convinced that wasn't.
Pearson has got the makings, he really has. He's watched the good, bad and ugly during the years and must know what it is that makes a good manager.
He was humble and gracious when picking up an award from the Midlands' Football Writers' a few months ago, paying tribute to the coaching and scouting staff around him before being the life and soul. (Difficult to believe, but totally true).
If I had to nit-pick, I'd just say that Nigel's policy with the media is flawed. He is off-ish. It's his prerogative to do as he sees fit.
He recently commented to a colleague: 'I won't get the sack for being grumpy with you lot, I'll get the sack for losing football matches.'
On the face of it, that statement is absolutely true.
But it's a fact of life that no manager wins every game. And unless you can deliver sustained success, everyone is kicked out sooner or later.
When times are sticky, your pals in the local media will look after you.
And if you are a manager that wants to progress, those elsewhere will champion your cause and build a reputation for you.
Steve Bruce benefited ten-fold when he was going through it at Birmingham City. And he has moved onwards and upwards.
If Pearson does make it to the Premier League, you will become one of the 20 most high-profile figures in football.
And your opinion on referees, other players and managers, will then become a source of interest. And if you don't help the media carry out their jobs, why should they help you?
Ignore its power at your peril. Even Sir Alex Ferguson uses and abuses us. Which, after all, is what we are there for.
Otherwise, Pearson's star is certainly in the ascendancy. He's certainly one I'd be keeping a heathy eye upon if I were a Premier League chairman.
It's not very often people feel sorry for footballers' WAGs.
But I think everyone should make an exception as far as Leicester City's are concerned.
If you are the other half of a well-toned, professional athlete who is worshipped and paid by the thousand, there shouldn't be too many drawbacks.
But when you may have gone up for an early night and are settling into your satin sheets, the sight of your man getting into bed wearing a heart monitor can be viewed as something of a turn-off.
Yes, that's right. Leicester City's players wear them to bed.
The use of heart monitors isn't new. They've been used for quite some time now.
But when the success of a manager is dissected, what will be seen is that Nigel Pearson is a total convert to science in sport.
Blood tests are taken regularly and his backroom staff is second-to-none, all clued up with the latest gadgets and gismos that, I'm sorry, the modern-day player wants.
For, if they are to believe the hype that they are athletes, it then follows that they want to be treated accordingly.
It may be a hallmark of the work carried out at the Football Association, where Pearson was schooled for a while, that he learned the importance - or decided himself - upon the importance of that strain of management.
It has also been noted that Leicester aren't picking up soft-muscle tissue injuries with the same frequency. Three hamstring strains is about the job lot of it at the moment.
Of course, this minutae was not highlighted when the Foxes were dropping out of the Championship.
Mind you, it was difficult to take down all the goings-on during a couple of seasons when Milan Mandaric needed a turnstile instead of a manager's door, never mind one on the dressing-room.
Sometimes there is a convergence of right man, right place, right time. It happened at West Brom almost a decade ago now when Gary Megson banged a few heads together (metaphorically speaking). And that is clearly what has happened at the Walkers Stadium.
Leicester City desperately needed stability. Pearson provided more than that by securing promotion at his first attempt.
It was an achievement that should have earned more praise than it did. True, the Foxes' wage bill was large. But Nottingham Forest and Leeds United haven't been paying peanuts and neither of those clubs returned at the first time of asking.
He then acted shrewdly in the market during the summer and, with the likes of Ritchie Wellens, a £1.25m purchase that largely slipped by the radar during the summer, is prospering. Not to mention the success of his forays into the loan market with Messrs Waghorn and McGivern.
The arrival at the club of American consultants, employed to review what 'revenue streams' might be generated from outside Leicestershire co-incided with Edgar Davids' proposed signing. The Dutchman boasts an American agent, too.
This Foxes' boss isn't really interested in publicity stunts, which I'm far from convinced that wasn't.
Pearson has got the makings, he really has. He's watched the good, bad and ugly during the years and must know what it is that makes a good manager.
He was humble and gracious when picking up an award from the Midlands' Football Writers' a few months ago, paying tribute to the coaching and scouting staff around him before being the life and soul. (Difficult to believe, but totally true).
If I had to nit-pick, I'd just say that Nigel's policy with the media is flawed. He is off-ish. It's his prerogative to do as he sees fit.
He recently commented to a colleague: 'I won't get the sack for being grumpy with you lot, I'll get the sack for losing football matches.'
On the face of it, that statement is absolutely true.
But it's a fact of life that no manager wins every game. And unless you can deliver sustained success, everyone is kicked out sooner or later.
When times are sticky, your pals in the local media will look after you.
And if you are a manager that wants to progress, those elsewhere will champion your cause and build a reputation for you.
Steve Bruce benefited ten-fold when he was going through it at Birmingham City. And he has moved onwards and upwards.
If Pearson does make it to the Premier League, you will become one of the 20 most high-profile figures in football.
And your opinion on referees, other players and managers, will then become a source of interest. And if you don't help the media carry out their jobs, why should they help you?
Ignore its power at your peril. Even Sir Alex Ferguson uses and abuses us. Which, after all, is what we are there for.
Otherwise, Pearson's star is certainly in the ascendancy. He's certainly one I'd be keeping a heathy eye upon if I were a Premier League chairman.
