is a day I never ever in my wildest dreams expected to see. The captain of Leicester City will be lifting the Premier League title trophy. From my first ever game on 12th December 1965 to today has been an emotional roller coaster of a ride and I wouldn't have missed it for the world. All those hours on Wainfleet/Robinsons coaches, the football specials and in cars, the thousands of pounds spent,the ruined weekends, the uplifting weekends, the bad old days, the good old days will today be all worth it. My Dad and Uncle who took me to games until I was old enough to make my own way will not be there today but my thoughts will be with them and I shall be in floods of tears. Let's Party.
