Whatever happened to ‘it ain’t over…” etc. Let’s be clear, I’m not in any denial, but mad things have happened before. Let’s face it, I’ve talked myself into accepting that we’re in the Championship next season, but while there’s hope, there’s hope. We have defied the odds before.
I was going to sack off tomorrow’s game because our mum-in-law died the other day and I don’t really need any more depressing moments in my life right now. But the kids want to go. They have lost their nana and they need a distraction. **** knows the chances of us getting anything out of this at all are so remote it’s unreal. But until there is no hope, there is. We are Leicester City. As many have said, we could fall to the very bottom but there are some of us who will always go and always believe. I have raised my kids to be those people. From the first game sitting on my lap at Filbert street, to all the glories and heartaches in between.
Nana stood outside in the pouring rain to listen to Andrea Bocelli sing Time To Say Goodbye with a Leicester flag wrapped around her shoulders. Odd because she was Welsh but loved the team her grandchildren adored. I am going because they still believe there could be another twist in this premier league story. And when there isn’t, they’ll just live the glory we achieve in another league.