Personal Life
Warnock has been a lifelong supporter of Sheffield United. He is married to Sharon and has four children, James, Natalie, Amy and William. As of 2010, he lived in Richmond, London and had a home in Cornwall.
Like many sportsmen and managers, Neil Warnock is highly superstitious and has revealed many bizarre rituals including stopping at all traffic lights following a win regardless of whether they're red or green, watching the Sean Bean film When Saturday Comes the day before a big match, using the same razorblade, only urinating when he has held on for as long as possible and remaining in the dressing room after the players have left to pray.
He has published two books, Neil Warnock's Wembley Way: The Manager's Inside Story with Rick Cowdery in 1996, which recalls Plymouth Argyle's Third Division play-off final win in the same year, and Made in Sheffield: Neil Warnock – My Story, his autobiography, published in 2007. He currently writes a weekly column for The Independent. Warnock has been a keen supporter of the British Labour Party, but laughed off any suggestion of him standing as an MP after his career in football, stating "Although there's probably less bullshit in politics than with chairmen, I wouldn't have the patience or restraint to do that job seven days a week."
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