Over all of the unfathomable highs this season, I still cast my mind back to when I was 9 years old and Wycombe beat us in the cup. I was so ashamed to be a Leicester fan that I took my shirt off on the way back to the car and refused to talk to my dad for a week.
This is why we do it to ourselves, no other fans out there understand what we've put ourselves through. All of the crushing disappointments, humiliation and infinite miles to watch whoever happens to be playing in our beloved blue shirts that season. No one ever thought it could possibly come to this. Leicester City, the scrappy underdog, defying the moneyed, comfy football elite, looking the big boys in the eye and kicking them square in the bollocks.
I have never been so proud of who I am, to be a Leicester fan is truly a blessing.