The great thing with success that seemingly arrives from nowhere, is how it has this affect of forcing you to dive deep into your memory to try to make sense out of a sequence of visual images and serendipity. Yet you are none the wiser when you stop thinking about it. On the eve of Leicester City, let me say it once more, Leicester City, being crowned Premier League champions, as someone who was born in Leicester, it is just nonsensical. 5000/1 was probably mean, bookies are not in the business of being generous.
Yes the older locals would talk to an 8 year old kid about the sides of the sixties and the near misses. The 70s team had their moments. Watching Leicester’s own “George Best”, moustachioed striker Frank Worthington, clad in black leather jacket, loud shirt, and a host of gold rings and necklaces take his seat with the routine blonde in hot pants at the local circus. More Dirk Diggler. Keith Weller, a talented midfielder, who did more to promote Leicester’s hosiery industry, wearing a fetching pair of white tights on an icy day in January 1979. The 90s under genial manager, Martin O’Neill, securing a League Cup but in truth, every response before and since to where do you think the City will finish this season has been tinged with pessimism. Indeed, even the most ardent fan this year has sensed a potential collapse is around the corner, until now.
With bookmakers offering no higher than 1/20, it is going to happen. There is no logic too it but why worry, when serendipity strikes we just have to make the most of the moment. Unless of course, it happens again next year…..
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