Coady was the ultimate footballing epitome of the emperor's new clothes. He was brought in at Leicester City as (a not inexpensive) stalwart to sure up the defence, teach the youngsters how to play centre back, and drag LCFC back to where they belong. He achieved absolutely none of those things; what he did do is unsuccessfully distance himself from the drop-off, annoy up-and-coming players, and perform as badly as humanly possible.
The (inexplicable) former England international was an unmitigated disaster on Filbert Way; a tornado of dross and nonsense whose reputation far outstripped his tangible utility. The ex-Liverpool and Wolverhampton Wanderers defender even embroiled himself in embarrassing and offensive manager shenanigans in Copenhagen alongside acute disgrace, Harry Winks.
Beyond the pitch, Coady reportedly prioritised securing punditry work over decent defending while informing presumably drained as well as beleaguered colleagues and agents that he desired an exit from King Power Stadium. Consequently, LCFC supporters viewed him as a joke signing, eventually celebrating when nouveau riche and undeniably naive (in this specific instance) Wrexham paid £2 million for his services.
Predictably, Coady proved a poor and immobile signing for the Red Dragons. That was directly before he was rather unceremoniously dumped on loan at Charlton Athletic.
Conor Coady on Leicester City
​Why revisit this Wrexham wreckage now? Coady recently asserted that he could not have predicted City's demise, nor is he happy to witness it. In spite of being part of the initial problem; but he doesn't want people to recall that.
"They gave me a lot of the frustrations when I was playing for them."Self-indulgent, bitter Coady - LCFC Live
The 33-year-old maintains a narrative that blames a procession of mediocre managers following Enzo Maresca's departure. This stance functions as a dual instrument: it lavishes praise upon the Italian tactician while inadvertently (perhaps due to a lack of intellect) once again disparaging Steve Cooper. It mirrors the Welshman's treatment in Denmark, bringing this sorry saga full circle.
"We had the worst season imaginable in the Premier League. I hated every minute of it. It was as hard as it can be. I was feeling it more than anyone on the pitch. "
​By framing the collapse as a managerial failure, Coady exonerates himself and his generally awful teammates of any, or the majority of, wrongdoing during the Foxes' atrocious Premier League relegation. The centre half's self-serving, self-involvement reaches a crescendo with his claim that no Fox felt the sting of that terrible season as acutely as he did.
"But then you go from Enzo to a different manager who is the complete opposite end of the spectrum."
Such revisionist history belongs Quentin Tarantino's contemporary catalogue, and ignores Coady's own technical and pace decline, not to mention the lack of leadership, mutiny attempt and attempted jump when the ship was listing. To suggest that his personal anguish surpassed that of the collective is a delusion of the highest order. Get real, Conor.
"Then Steve Cooper leaves and you go to Ruud [van Nistelrooy], then you go to Marti [Cifuentes]. It's just totally different managers from different places."
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