In the 1450s, Richard Neville, the 16th Earl of Warwick, emerged into the centre of English politics. Neville was one of the leading figures in the War of the Roses and was instrumental in the deposition of two kings, Edward IV and Henry VI, earning him the title of ‘The Kingmaker’.
Fast forward 550 years and a new Kingmaker roams the Midlands. Claudio Ranieri has spearheaded Leicester City’s title-winning Premier League side and has seen his group of so-called ‘reject’ footballers crowned kings by the city of Leicester and English football. Richard Neville wasn’t a man to take credit for his importance in the crowning of kings and Ranieri is no different. For him, the team has made a nation believe.
As a life-long Leicester City fan I have been somewhat quiet in recent works; reserved in my judgement, waiting, hoping for the impossible to become a reality. “It’s Leicester”, I thought, “things like this don’t happen to Leicester.” Now the dream is a reality, Leicester City are Premier League champions, winners of the top division for the first time in their 132 year club history. Now is the time to speak.
To any supporter of any ‘ordinary’ club, and by that I mean anyone who is considered to be outside of the current ‘elite’ of English football, those who are considered to have zero chance of winning the Premier League, I cannot describe how it feels to be a life-long Foxes fan at this moment. It is an unbelievable feeling, rivalled by none. 12 hours on, I am still in shock that this season has actually happened.
As a fan, I have experienced the lowest point in the club’s history, relegation to England’s third-tier for the first time in 2008, and now the club’s highest ebb after winning the highest accolade of them all, with the only constant, Andy King.
As a 15-year old when I saw City relegated to League One after drawing 0-0 with Stoke City on the final day of the Championship season I could only dream of Premier League glory, not even convinced of League One glory and the future of the club in itself.
The following year when I saw Matt Oakley lift the League One trophy I didn’t think I would experience much better a feeling, once again I dreamt of Premier League glory.
We suffered heartbreak to THAT Yann Kermorgant penalty in the Championship Play-off semi-finals at Cardiff in 2010, and endured two seasons of turmoil and inconsistency in the years since after losing manager Nigel Pearson to Hull and enlisting first Paulo Sousa, and then the free-spending former-England manager Sven Goran-Eriksson to the mantle.
The club’s Thai owners came in and Sven spent poorly, although I will thank him for Kasper Schmeichel. The dream of the Premier League seemed a million miles away.
In 2011, Pearson returned and the following season City suffered more heartbreak in the Play-offs, this time to THAT Troy Deeney goal. I am not ashamed to say I cried that day, the tears of the Leicester City rollercoaster’s inevitable dip.
In the 2013-14 season the Foxes were revitalised and Pearson guided the club to the Championship title in emphatic fashion, Lloyd Dyer scoring the winning goal against Bolton to secure the title. Once again, I cried, tears of joy this time. “This feeling couldn’t be topped” I thought, the players themselves were crowned kings of Leicester, Pearson then the Kingmaker.
I again dreamed the Premier League, this time we had made it and the dream of the title was nothing more than a crazy fantasy.
Last season saw the greatest escape the Premier League has ever seen, a run of 7 wins in 9 games saw the Foxes remain in England’s top division after being rooted to the bottom of the table for several months.
Now was different, I only dreamed survival, the title dream was an impossible one and survival was all that mattered.
A strange summer ensued, Pearson, who deserves plenty of credit for what has happened this season, was removed and Ranieri was named manager of Leicester City.
I wrote an article back in July/August berating the decision, questioning the logic of the board and questioning Ranieri’s recent record. Like many other City fans, including Gary Lineker, and journalists, I was critical of the club, and for that I can ecstatically, enthusiastically and happily admit I was horrendously wrong.
The Italian got us dreaming, believing the impossible could be achieved. In his own words, “the fans are dreaming, we want to dream”, my title dreams began again.
I have seen plenty of incredible things in my relatively short lifetime, bags full of magic moments from Lilian Nalis’ screamer against Leeds, Paul Gallagher’s thunderbolt right footers, Jermaine Beckford’s hat-trick against Forest, Knockaert’s 90th minute winner at Forest, Steve Howard’s bullet-header to beat Leeds, Jamie Vardy’s last minute winner at West Brom last season, City’s demolition of Manchester United in September 2014, but nothing comes close to what I have witnessed this season.
Everything that has happened this year I will be telling my kids, my grandkids about. In truth, I will take this feeling and these memories to the grave with me, and I will enter the next life with a smile on my face knowing Leicester City have a Premier League title to their name and I was there to witness it.
My childhood dream is now a reality, and this isn’t just a story for Leicester to be proud of, this is a story of the sporting world as a whole to be proud of. No matter who you are, what your dreams, what your set backs are in life, you can be whoever you want to be.
Ranieri’s squad are in essence a collection of ‘rejects’, constructed together to fight the established elite with the same passion, drive and commitment to the cause as the Napoleon’s French Revolutionary fighters, as the Suffragettes of the early 20th Century and as the Chartists fighting political repression in the 1800s.
Marc Albrighton, Danny Drinkwater, Danny Simpson, Kasper Schmeichel, Robert Huth all rejected in some way during their careers. Jamie Vardy’s rags-to-riches story, N’Golo Kante from France’s fourth tier and Riyad Mahrez from France’s second-tier, fighting to make a name for themselves, and succeeding in the most emphatic of ways.
Leicester City are not just kings of the East Midlands, they are freedom fighters who have made a statement to the world that rejection is not the end, and they are all kings in their own right.
No matter who you are, a dream doesn’t have to be a dream. For me, my club has made my dream a reality.
And that is but a snippet of how it feels to be a Leicester City fan on 3rd May 2016.
Thank you, Claudio.