Re: Favorite Leicester match..
...I was wondering what peoples favorite Leicester City match was? I really enjoyed the Middlesborough League Cup final, the one at Wembley, the game was excessively entertaining.
I don't think I've got a favourite match; there's too many to sort out in my mind and the anticipation of my next one would always give me more pleasure than any memory of one in the past.
What is certain though is that your favourite would never be mine if I did ever have one - and the reason is simple. The previous day I had been to see Blackpool at Wycombe - another step on my journey towards he elusive 92. In the pre-match warm-up, I don't remember what I was doing at the time but I do remember being struck on the head by the ball - HARD! After regaining my senses I refused any further attention and assured everybody that I was OK. And I did feel OK at the time.
I was up there in my camper-van and by the time I settled down for the night, I was anything but OK. I felt very drunk even though I had not touched a drop - but with a very expensive Cup Final ticket in my pocket. a trip to the hospital was the last thing on my mind. I don't suppose I should have driven into London in the state I was in; I never remembered having done so but I must have done because late the following morning I found myself puking up in the gutter on the Finchley Road. The thought did occur to me then that a hospital visit might be needed... - ...but then Finchley Road is only a single stop from Wembley Park on the Metropolitan line.
The first half went by in a spin - and so did my head. I stayed firmly in my seat at half-time. It was clear to me by then that any standing-up movement would be closely followed by a falling-down. About 10 minutes into the second half I realised that I was going to be sick - and I knew that nobody around me would be happy if I did it in situ. I still think I did very well to get along the row and to climb the few stairs up to the exit. I remember a couple of coppers looking at me with a very worried expression. I remember saying, "I need hel..." and one of the coppers shouting, "Catch him!" to his mate = but then the lights went out.
Waking up in what seemed like a small casualty unit, I was surprised to be able to hear crowd noises. I presumed that one of the doctors had got a radio on - but there was no commentary - I was in fact in the Stadium 'hospital' at the side of the player's tunnel. Somebody told me that we were winning and that I was OK; somebody else told me that we were losing and that I was going to have to go to a proper hospital. I just kept vomiting. Time seemed to be dragging; I couldn't work out why the match hadn't finished. It would be almost 24 hours before I found out the final score and realised that the game had gone into extra-time.
I was one of the last people out of the stadium that day - in the back of an ambulance on the way to the Central Middlesex hospital. I did little there other than sleep and I was finally discharged late the following afternoon, returning to Kent by train and going back up to London to collect the van a few days later.
So definitely not my favourite game... I did enjoy the replay though; I think it was the last time I was ever threatened with ejection from a football ground but that's another story.
