What happens when you miss it though? When the novelty of Hinckley has worn off and you realise that you are a City fan first and foremost? Then you're stuffed and are back to the end of the queue.
When I moved to Carlisle I still had a Leicester season ticket. The following season I realised that I wouldn't be able to afford the transport costs to go to every game, but I still went to around half the home games, and a similar number away.
I continued to go to as many games as I could until August 2010. Pearson had just been pushed out, and Sousa had come in.
I was on the way to our game at Burnley. I wasn't looking forward to it. I didn't want to go, I was pissed off with the club, but as usual, I felt compelled to go.
When my train got to Burnley, I still wasn't looking forward to the game. I made a last minute decision to stay on the train. I got off the train at Colne, got a bus to Skipton, and a train home from there. We lost 3-0.
It felt like I was suddenly free. like I'd managed to beat an addiction.
I started to go to more and more Carlisle United games instead. In 2012 I won a Carlisle season ticket. I renewed it a couple of times.
But as Carlisle got worse and worse, I was paying more attention to following our games on my phone than I was watching what was happening on the pitch. I realised then, that no matter how bad Leicester became, it's in my blood and always will be. Carlisle was just entertainment. When it stopped becoming entertaining, I could stop going and I didn't miss it. I couldn't do the same with Leicester.