Personal Life
Pearce is a devotee of punk rock and is visible as one of the members of a frenetic audience featured on the cover of a live album by one of his favourite bands, The Lurkers. Additionally, he has met The Stranglers nearly 30 times, and has had a record label named after him by the band, Psycho Records. He also enjoys reading, going to the theatre and owns racehorses with his wife, Liz.
In 1994, Pearce was accused of directing a racial slur in Paul Ince's direction during a Nottingham Forest-Manchester United match. It was alleged Pearce called Ince an arrogant black cunt. Pearce has since admitted the offence, saying "it wasn't appropriate at the time".
In 1998, Pearce was involved in a serious car crash, when the car he was driving was crushed by a lorry overturning and landing on the roof of the car. Pearce escaped with only minor hand injuries and a stiff back.
His autobiography, Psycho, was released in 2001 and became a Sunday Times best seller.
His brother Dennis is a British National Party activist and was third on the BNP list for London for the European Parliament election, 2009. However, in a brief statement through the FA – which has a strong anti-racism stance – Pearce said: "My brother's views are his own and do not in any way reflect mine.".
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