Joe_Fox
Well-Known Member
Anyone remember this:
Yes, correct, it was the season when Martin O'Neill stepped in after his predecessor stepped down. (and went to Wolves, tsk) and performed a miracle by getting our beloved football club promoted against all the odds.
I'll always remember Muzzy's header against Watford on the last day of the season which got us into 6th place. I'll also remember some of our fans singing the oh so ridiculous to think of "F*** Off Martin O'Neill" to the tune of Pet Shop Boys' 'Go West'. Before all this took place we were left hunting for a new manager. The air around the club was very similar to that of today (and the foreseeable future).
It was an uneasy time although what blossomed was a truly euphoric time. Our most successful period in our history was basically the bastard child of Wolverhampton Wanderers and Mark McGhee's sordid little affair but at the end of the day, none of us really care about that. We were the proudest team in the country; we were Leicester City FC, who for a while truly were the greatest team the world had ever seen. Alas, all good things must come to an end and we now face a new era.
By using our experience in these situations we can hopefully mould something similar to what happened the last time this happened. If we can get anywhere near the highs of the 1995/96 season then I for one will be on top of the world. That season produced what I would consider the most memorable end of season events of my time, even more memorable than Tony James' last gasp winner that saved our division 2 status.
For the very young amongst you, after Muzzy's header at Watford we had to endure a nervous 0-0 at home to Stoke followed by a liquid football performance at the Victoria Ground which ended with a rather threatening pitch invasion after Garry Parker exquisitely volleyed home a Heskey cross. Then to Wembley to witness one of the finest LCFC performances ever. We will always remember Steve Claridge's last minute, even last second winner. This was as happy as I've been, probably ever will be. Martin O'Neill and his band of brothers had achieved the impossible. It was all aboard the Premiership boat again and this time we reached the Docks of Safety and during this epic voyage we visited many exotic places picking up two mermaids along the way (named Coca-Cola and Worthington).
We also captured the uses of many an able ship mate, Stan Collymore was surely the most natural of them all. Unfortunately our tenancy in the Docks of Safety ran out and the trout Peter Taylor sank our ship only for excellent mariner Micky Adams to save our boat, call in a favour at the docks and almost make it stick. We are now stranded at sea with the threat of scurvy taking hold and damaging our crew. In the next few weeks I am sure we will see if Micky Adams will join a 'better' club, if he does then he has my best wishes although we will be left with the bastard offspring of a "Southampton (or other)/Micky Adams affair.
Surely comparisons must be drawn to that great season. When it all seemed useless we rose from the ashes of mediocrity to hold the sacred chalice of success. Let's just hope and pray we can rekindle some of the magic and get the engine firing again.
Thank you
Joe_Fox
Yes, correct, it was the season when Martin O'Neill stepped in after his predecessor stepped down. (and went to Wolves, tsk) and performed a miracle by getting our beloved football club promoted against all the odds.
I'll always remember Muzzy's header against Watford on the last day of the season which got us into 6th place. I'll also remember some of our fans singing the oh so ridiculous to think of "F*** Off Martin O'Neill" to the tune of Pet Shop Boys' 'Go West'. Before all this took place we were left hunting for a new manager. The air around the club was very similar to that of today (and the foreseeable future).
It was an uneasy time although what blossomed was a truly euphoric time. Our most successful period in our history was basically the bastard child of Wolverhampton Wanderers and Mark McGhee's sordid little affair but at the end of the day, none of us really care about that. We were the proudest team in the country; we were Leicester City FC, who for a while truly were the greatest team the world had ever seen. Alas, all good things must come to an end and we now face a new era.
By using our experience in these situations we can hopefully mould something similar to what happened the last time this happened. If we can get anywhere near the highs of the 1995/96 season then I for one will be on top of the world. That season produced what I would consider the most memorable end of season events of my time, even more memorable than Tony James' last gasp winner that saved our division 2 status.
For the very young amongst you, after Muzzy's header at Watford we had to endure a nervous 0-0 at home to Stoke followed by a liquid football performance at the Victoria Ground which ended with a rather threatening pitch invasion after Garry Parker exquisitely volleyed home a Heskey cross. Then to Wembley to witness one of the finest LCFC performances ever. We will always remember Steve Claridge's last minute, even last second winner. This was as happy as I've been, probably ever will be. Martin O'Neill and his band of brothers had achieved the impossible. It was all aboard the Premiership boat again and this time we reached the Docks of Safety and during this epic voyage we visited many exotic places picking up two mermaids along the way (named Coca-Cola and Worthington).
We also captured the uses of many an able ship mate, Stan Collymore was surely the most natural of them all. Unfortunately our tenancy in the Docks of Safety ran out and the trout Peter Taylor sank our ship only for excellent mariner Micky Adams to save our boat, call in a favour at the docks and almost make it stick. We are now stranded at sea with the threat of scurvy taking hold and damaging our crew. In the next few weeks I am sure we will see if Micky Adams will join a 'better' club, if he does then he has my best wishes although we will be left with the bastard offspring of a "Southampton (or other)/Micky Adams affair.
Surely comparisons must be drawn to that great season. When it all seemed useless we rose from the ashes of mediocrity to hold the sacred chalice of success. Let's just hope and pray we can rekindle some of the magic and get the engine firing again.
Thank you
Joe_Fox
