I'm going to sound like a right over sentimental old idiot here but the reason we feel like this is because football is about more than just the football. In fact football is often the least important thing about it.
The things I miss in the summer are the walk to the ground along the canal, watching the seasons change week by week. The friendships with people in the stadium whose names I'll never know, despite sitting with them for years. The smell of beer and fried onions. The first sight of the green of the pitch on a Saturday afternoon. The driving rain against floodlights in the freezing midwinter. They all add up to make the experience of watching your team what it is, and those things are constants, whatever happens on the pitch.
More than anything, whatever the financial and business implications for rich men who like to own football clubs as baubles or advertising vehicles, a football club is about a place and a community. For me it's my last, cherished link with a city I left behind more than a decade ago. It's what's left of my relationship with the place of my birth and formative years and with the people, places and childhood memories I consider to be mine.
When I watch Leicester City play I'm watching people represent my city, my memories, my community. That matters to me far more than any result, promotion or relegation. I don't expect us to be good. But I expect us to try and to behave well. Claudio behaved well. That, as much as the title win, was a wonderful reflection of our city and of all of us associated with it. It made me proud. Yesterday, and from what we hear for some months now, people associated with our club did not behave well. It hurts because that is also a reflection on us and that's important. More so than millionaires kicking a bag of wind is.