It is difficult to place this match into its proper context given our proximity to the events of the day, but it's difficult to believe that it won't sit close to the very best of all the league matches in Leicester City's history.
As so often one of the more meaningful moments of the day came away from the pitch. The atmosphere today was a perfect example of a football club as a living, breathing, organic entity. Which of course it is; a football club is never more than the sum of the individuals making up the community it represents, whatever the money men might like to think.
To my right this afternoon were a father and young son, the latter perhaps ten years old - about the age I was when I first fell in love with the sport. The shared affection between them as goal after City goal hit the net was lovely to see. To the lad it will have felt more special than it ever can again for me. Football is still alive with possibilities for him as it was for me at that age.
The memories created today will live with them both forever. The perfect father-son experience. They'll talk about today for years to come, after graduations, wedding days and the birth of grandchildren. The lad will look back after his dad has gone and treasure the memory of it all. And he'll pass it on to his own children desperately hoping to be lucky enough to share it with them in thirty-odd years. That sort of thing makes the shit years worth the pain.
