Dreams can come true
I’ve been celebrating Leicester goals and results more than my own team in recent weeks. It wasn’t hard to be fair, but I think we can all join in the celebrations tonight as Leicester are crowned Premier League Champions. Champions, for real, and I really don’t think anything is comparable in world sports to what the Foxes have just achieved.
Leicester have truly resuscitated our dreams. I know Chelsea, Man City, Man U fans et al are all happy for them as well, but that’s mostly because of an ‘anyone but them’ wish but for fans of football club’s like ours, it is what we all go to football for. The hope, the fairytale, the slightest improbable chance that one day Charlton, or Cardiff, or Crewe, or Cheltenham might just do what Leicester have just done. Sport is the impossible, football is the impossible and Leicester City have just kept those dreams alive.
Sky, the Premier League and modern football have stamped on the head of those dreams, but when I was a kid there was regularly a Forest, an Ipswich, a Swansea, a Wimbledon or a Watford. Heck back in the 1930’s some little club from South East London upset the apple cart.
English football tonight has returned to the 70’s, the game at Stamford Bridge even resembled a game from a muddy 1970 local kick ’em up-in-the-air derby. Congratulations to Leicester City, their charismatic manager, and all of their supporters and once the beer has been drunk and the Walkers run out, I hope you come back and laugh in the faces next season of all of those that are already saying it was a one-season-wonder. Why should it be, unless Spurs can get it right next season of course. My money is on Stoke!
I was going to sign off there because it really is such a feel good story, but in my heart I am not at all jealous, but I am sad. Look at us. The football club that we love. What the f— have they done to us? Leicester were the team we finished 3 points behind under Chris Powell in 2013. That’s 3 years ago. We beat them twice!
It is the beauty of football I know, but Duchatelet and Meire have killed our hope, our dreams, our aspirations.