Gilliver's Travels
Peripatetic
Immediately after their humiliating exit from the play-offs last May – this following a season-ending slump, with play-off placing secured only at the last-minute – the Leicester message boards were stuffed full of foul-mouthed invitations for Nigel Pearson to clear off. He had obviously lost the dressing room, the plot and, quite possibly, his marbles. He clearly was not fit to take charge of an underperforming Subbuteo team, and his inept attempts at management had forever disgraced their beloved club. His continued tenure would have been an insult to all those long-suffering, loyal Leicester fans.
Evidently, the Leicester board saw things somewhat differently.
Where would that club be now, had they followed the advice then of all those thousands of instant-gratification-addicted supporters?
Nobody's suggesting that Oscar Garcia's position is identical to Pearson's a year ago. But history shows that it's not always a good idea to respond to knee-jerk reactions, and that a longer view can sometimes bring far greater rewards.
Oscar Out? Really?
Evidently, the Leicester board saw things somewhat differently.
Where would that club be now, had they followed the advice then of all those thousands of instant-gratification-addicted supporters?
Nobody's suggesting that Oscar Garcia's position is identical to Pearson's a year ago. But history shows that it's not always a good idea to respond to knee-jerk reactions, and that a longer view can sometimes bring far greater rewards.
Oscar Out? Really?
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