Who'd win? Troy definitely has a harder name and has done time. Though Nige has fought off wild dogs and James McArthur.
Well Deeney is a beast and gives anyone a hard time... Unless they're over 6 foot of course, in which case he gets completely dominated, so I pick Pearson. Pearson is probably also faster, so on the off chance it doesn't go his way he can outrun him and escape.
Yeah it's after the Liverpool game, and proudly sponsored by Greggs. According to HP and Daddies sauces, the loser gets the honor of going back to Watford strapped to the rear of the team bus.
Pearson would need to look for an early stoppage as due his age he would tire as the rounds wore on. Deeney probably takes it by KO in round 7 or 8.
Five years ago I'd have thought this might have been an entertaining fight (which Pearson would slightly edge). As is, I reckon the two would now rather sit together beside a cosy fire with cups of cocoa, exchanging tales about the playoffs.
Well if Nigel can fight off Wolves then Troy has no chance : https://talksport.com/football/643072/nigel-pearson-wolves-watford-stuart-pearce/
Yeah, I do wonder if maybe Pearson told the story as a joke and Pearce didn't quite get it, or something? Wolves are dogs but wild, their skulls are solid as a rock and breaking one of their jaws with your bare hands would be incredibly difficult, not to mention however he supposedly gauged the eye out...
The only thing that is definitely true about this story is that there are wolves in Transylvania. It doesn't say that Pearson broke jaws and gouged out eyes with 'his bare hands' though. He could have done that with a rock and a stick. My own take? He did go walking in the Carpathian mountains (he was walking in the wilds of Derbyshire when we tried to contact him after all) and did encounter a pack of wild wolves. And in telling this 'true story' he has used a bit of 'poetic licence'. For a start, there aren't many 'hedges' in the high Carpathians. But maybe it was at lower altitude. Wolves will come lower at this time of year. But I guess this story relates to mid-summer. Another true story is that I personally encountered a wild tiger, on foot, by myself in northern India. That is true. But when I tell it sometimes I 'embellish' it a bit. That's human nature.
A preview. Chapter 4. I was on a wide track in the foothills of the Himilayas in Corbett N.P. Staying at a rustic place quite high up. It's all changed now and gone all posh. March 17 1974. Anyway, at dawn I went for a walk along a wide track and was stood perfectly still looking at some birds in the treetops in camouflage gear merging into the jungle. And along the track towards me comes this tiger with its head down and grunting like it had had a bad night on the p.ss. I guess it was about 50m away when I first saw it. At this point the stories diverge. The true one is that I gave it about another 10m of wtf and then turned tail and walked briskly back to the ranch Didn't run. As soon as I moved it saw me and dived off into the jungle. It is true that, generally speaking, wild tigers are as scared of us as we are of them. The embellished version is that I watched it approach, lifted my bins to look at it and then it saw me and f.cked off. A subtle distinction. Legged it and just managed to keep control of involuntary bowel movements - true. Was dead casual, took a good look at it and saw it off (big man) - embellished. It is also true that if wild tigers feel threatened (particularly on behalf of their offspring) they are a lot less accommodating. And that in Feb. 1975 (so 11 months later) a very good friend of mine came across a tigress with two cubs, tried to get too close and take photos and was mauled to death. About a mile from my encounter. Since then western tourists have been banned from walking about in the place without an armed guard.
Well you couldn't tell me otherwise could you, so I still consider it possible. Give us another chapter so I know this is legit.
Wolves? Tigers? Pah! There's only one truly dangerous animal. The hornet! https://edition.cnn.com/2013/10/03/world/asia/hornet-attack-china/index.html
There seems to be some sort of confusion in the Pearson story as to whether he fought off a pack of wolves or wild/feral dogs. It's true there are lots of feral dogs in Romania (and in packs at low altitude too) and around much of the rest of the world. They can be pretty dangerous as well but I'd prefer them to Wolves!
Wolves, wild dogs...Those are just details. The fact is, Pearson is well 'ard. And he has Stewart Pearce as backup. Nuff said.
We should bring in Pearce as a coach. Imagine a coaching team of Pearson, Shakespeare, Pearce and Eustace. There wouldn’t be a lazy player in sight. Turn up late to training, you get your head kicked in. Wear a scarf like a nancy, you get head kicked in. Don’t track back during a game, head kicked in and subbed. Make it happen Gino.
If we do all of that and change the pre-match music to Duran Duran -Hungry Like the Wolf, we might have a fighting chance of survival.
More like "Eye of the Tiger". If we had that group of hard nuts behind us, it would be like the side being hit with a knockout punch.
I heard a version of this on Rock n Roll football on Absolute. They told the story that Nigel dived into a patch of thorns and brambles, the wolves didn't follow him and he waited until they got bored and went away. Sounds more believable than the mortal battling with a pack of animals designed by nature to work as a pack to kill bigger, stronger prey than a man.
That part is amazing. Obviously the danger part is not, but the luck of seeing one. Sadly few left to stumble across.
Posted this before I read about your friend's sad encounter with one. Still, to see a wild tiger and not get eaten, that's the way to do it. I've seen an orangutan. That's the most endangered thing I can think of that I've seen. It was up a tree in a nest and didn't attack me, nor ever seem likely that it would. It is probably ground up into a jar of nutella now though.
