So, I should start this blog off with an apology. An apology for this being late, but as a Leicester City fan last week was, to put it simply, a rather busy week.
Let’s go back to the Sunday before last. Five points separated us from second-placed Tottenham with three games to go. Leicester City were away to Manchester United knowing that a win would secure them their first top flight title in their history.
Sat in the pub, with my son, we were the only Foxes fans in the place. We were however, surrounded by the reds of United. I had two mates with me, one a Sheffield United fan who had adopted, as most people had this season, Leicester as his second team. The other who just happened to be a Spurs fan was waiting for us to fail – a closet red for the day.
Well we came away slightly bruised and Drinkwater-less for the next game, but with a vital and hard fought for point.
So it was over to Spurs who were away the next night against Chelsea, whose players had publicly, and somewhat controversially, stated their preference for a Leicester title win. Wearing my lucky Leicester shirt, even though we weren’t playing as such, the match almost ended up looking more like a heavyweight boxing match as both teams gave no quarter.
From being 2-0 up, Spurs imploded and Eden Hazard scored a late goal that had me shouting, cheering and running round my flat more than I have probably ever done for a Leicester goal as his equaliser secured the title for Claudio Ranieri’s men.
Now I know Sky Sports news is a one-hour rolling news service, but I was up until 4am on Tuesday morning watching the same news over and over again – just to check we had done it as my social media sites went into meltdown with even my website crashing.
And so the craziness began. Interviews for Australian & New Zealand radio stations as well as the same on the BBC and talkSPORT was followed by an appearance on Channel 5 news.
Securing my ticket for the home match against Everton when we were to be crowned Champions of England was quickly followed by obtaining away tickets to Chelsea for the last game, and Kasabian tickets for their concert at The KP in a few weeks.
What a week. If a certain national drink’s company did weeks, this was mine!
Did I cry? Oh yes!! And it didn’t stop, especially at the match last Saturday. A well organised promotion party started with Andrea Bocelli fulfilling his promise to sing pre-match.
Nessun Dorma has become synonymous with football since it was used as the theme for Italia 90, and this was the song that started proceedings off on Saturday. I held it in until he took off his top to reveal a personalised Leicester shirt, a nice touch that had the tears flowing.
The match was almost no longer important in the grand scheme of things, although the 3-1 win over a lacklustre Everton side was a fitting last home match of the season.
The trophy presentation and lap of honour by the players post-match saw more tears flow, as did the following days’ TV repeats and specials.
Saturday was a day that no-one who was there would forget. I found myself hugging, crying and celebrating with a complete stranger next to me, but that is what football can do to you when it’s good.
In the words of Take That; “Today this could be, the greatest day of our lives.”
And in the words of Churchill the dog; “Oh Yes!”