NEIL MOXLEY Mr Midas discovers all that glitters is not gold

Follow us on Twitter: @peoplesport IF Jamie Vardy’s fairytale had finished last May, he couldn’t have complained.

From Sunday-morning pub football and the factory floor, to scoring in Berlin against the world champions for his country and winning the most improbable Premier League title in history, his was a truly remarkable story.

Leicester City’s striker has packed more into the last five years of his life than almost any other player on the planet.

Dubbed ‘Roy Race with an ASBO’ after he picked up an assault charge during his early years, his rehabilitation has been stunning.

Along with the goal-glut, the caps and the title-winner’s medal has come a new £120,000-a-week contract and appearances on the front of OK! Magazine.

A giant leap from making prosthetic limbs in Sheffield for a living.

It has been two years since he sprang into the consciousness of everyone outside of the east Midlands with a display against Manchester United that was to become his hallmark.

Credentials

Manchester City seven weeks ago – haven’t so much set the alarm bells ringing as tongues wagging. There were those in the game who believed Vardy should enjoy his days in the sun, arguing that once the secret to Leicester City’s success was rumbled, their talismanic forward would be a spent force. It was amazing that no one came up with a plan to deal with the Foxes last term. All these so-called top coaches shown up. Tut, tut. However, it was clear from the opening-day defeat at Hull City that whatever alchemy manager Claudio Ranieri had performed had disappeared. Leicester have committed the sin of believing the hype. And as their confidence has drained, so has Vardy’s. He caused Derby County’s defence few problems in the FA Cup last week. Is it the player’s focus? Probably not. He’s married, settled and admits he’s never been happier. Perhaps he needs a few