Leicester away. Guaranteed to put a smile on your face.
We’re kicking off on Saturday, at three o’clock. Don’t worry, it won’t last. And if that realisation isn’t enough to knock the smile off your face, we’re playing Leicester.
You remember Leicester; had a collection of some of the strangest social misfits ever to inhabit a football ground and that was all you could say about them. They came from a city whose greatest cultural export was Showaddywaddy. Then they did alright for a few years before disappearing back into well-deserved oblivon. Now they’ve come back to the Premier League for a season.
They used to play at Filbert Street, which was one of those old grounds that everyone loved, provided you didn’t have to stand in what passed for an away end. Now they play at the King Power stadium, which is an unremarkable name for an unremarkable place. You can see the pitch, though.
Over the years they’ve given us a couple of managers and assorted players while we gave them – literally – Marc Albrighton. They’ve got Jordan Ayew, whose time at Villa came during a period that didn’t happen. It was all a dream. They’ve also still got the 73 year old Jamie Vardy, who only carries on playing football to avoid spending more time with the charming Rebekah. You can put money on him being doubtful then named on the bench and coming on with ten minutes left. Two games in and we’ve got our first injury, with Matty Cash out for anything between four weeks and six months. It’s a good job we’ve got such strength in depth at right back.
They’ve got an annoyingly good record against us but not when were as good as we are now so it’s likely to be an unremarkable six- or seven-nil win to boost our goal difference then back to civilisation. There isn’t much more to say about Leicester. They buried a king under a car park.
