There is no shame in being someone that took time to realise what Jamie Vardy could become. After all, it's rather well known that he was of the same opinion himself. He didn't think he was up to it here after his first season.
From his vicious assault of Man Utd when he announced himself in Sep 2014, for a good 7 and a half years, he was sensational. He led our disrespect of the established order. He broke records. He won trophies. He took the piss.
Last season was a sad sight. Like a Sinatra performance from the early 1990s. It was him but it wasn't him. We were willing him to reappear but his magic had gone. He appeared in all but one of our PL games last season and scored 3 times. It was apt and far from a coincidence that the end of a meaningful Vardy occurred at the same time as the end of a meaningful Leicester City.
It's almost nostalgia now to see him score as he did on Friday. Occasionally, in his latter years, Sinatra could still hit a note. But I still wouldn't start him at all. He's the past now. A wonderful, thrilling, past.