Early Life
McClaren was born on 3 May 1961 in Fulford, York, the son of Margaret (née Bogg) and Brian McClaren who had married the previous year. Described as "Yorkshire born and bred", McClaren's ancestors worked variously as miners, brewers, cotton mill workers, labourers, farmworkers and in domestic service.
As a child, McClaren attended Nunthorpe Grammar School after passing his eleven plus exams, preferring it over a closer school because of the emphasis which was placed on sports. In order to attend he was forced to cycle a daily ten-mile round trip across York. This is cited as an example of his determination to succeed in sport. At school he played rugby, tennis, squash and was captain of the school's football team. He also played for York Boys under-15 team and represented the county of Yorkshire. Playing as midfielder, McClaren is remembered as being a "tiny" player but also "skilful on the ball" and "head and shoulders above the rest."
He is married to Kathryn with whom he has three sons called Joe, Sam and Josh. As of 2006, McClaren lived in the town of Yarm in Stockton-on-Tees. On becoming manager of Wolfsburg, McClaren moved with his wife and youngest son to Germany. McClaren has had two extra-marital affairs: the first 3-month affair was with a secretary at Middlesbrough in 2006, the second was in 2012 with Saima Ansari.
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