Crisps, Red Cheese & The Premier League Title... Why not?

4th of May 2008 and I’m walking home crying my eyes out, having just watched a nil all draw against Stoke, in the rain. I had just witnessed Leicester City Football Club fall into the third tier of English football for the first time in the clubs history. Fast forward seven years and we have just lifted the premier league title; a small city in the east midlands of England has become the greatest football story ever told... WHY NOT?!?!

I could go on to talk about the incredible journey we have been through, rising from the ashes to form a quality football club over many years of setting foundations and developing a squad. BUT FUCK THAT!!! STICK UNDERDOG ON AND LET’S ROCK. Next year I shall be sipping some rouge wine in Barcelona and watching Jaime Vardy muggin’ off that soft lad Messi and bagging a well deserved 2-1 victory for the mighty foxes. Lionel Messi, some argue, is the greatest footballer of all time. Well, let me ask you this. “Has he ever been on the front of a packet of crisps?” Has he fuck.

Obviously, most of you by now will regard me as a deluded idiot and will have stopped reading at “that soft lad Messi”, but I’ll say it now, and believe me when I say it…

We are going to win the league.

I’m not even going to talk about the squad because I don’t need to. If you want to see how good we are, get yourself down the local gaff, order a Stella 4 and watch LCFC on the break and you will understand: pace, power and deadly finishing is all you need to win this league! Oh and also a manager that resembles the ice cream man you would meet after school and grab a ‘Calippo’ off. No, no the reason we are going to win the league is because they owe it to me!!! I’ve sat through some shit in my life: ‘Run For Your Wife’, ‘The Last Legion’, ‘G-Force’, ‘Sharktopus’, ‘The Godfather’ to name a few, but being an LCFC fan between 2002 and 2008 has got to be one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. The long trips to Scunthorpe and Doncaster in the snow, watching children fight in the streets of what can only be described as soviet Russia and then struggling for a point in a league that my nan could bag a perfect hat-trick in. Obviously there are a few diamonds, but the majority should all be playing for the guards on ‘Mean Machine’.

I have had a word with Riyad Mahrez and I’ve told him my story. He said to me “Ryan, I feel really terrible about that! Honestly, that story will live with me forever.” I thought he was being sarcastic to be honest, but then he told me he’d win the title for me and we shared a lager beer and a pack of ‘Salt and Lineker’ and had a really lovely time. Wasn’t as mad as the time in the casino with Jamie…

There is no better place in Europe to be right now than the king power stadium at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon. The stadium is rocking and the noise is absolutely defining. You turn up and swig a local ale, Singer beer, grab yourselves a chicken balti pie and as soon as you walk out of the concourse you just know! We are going to do it and nobody will believe me but Leicester City Football Club are going to win the premier league.

Because I’ve always said it.

WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE ITS 11 V 11 ON ANY GIVEN SATURDAY!!!

COMEON YOU FOXES!!!!!