Things that make me laugh - Leicester City fans



Please God!  One XXXXXL shirt needed, stat!

Other than a few years of Premier League survival presided over by the kick and rush tactics of Martin O'Neill and Emile Heskey, Leicester City have never really done much. They've finished as Champions of England, or FA Cup winners exactly the same number of times we have. They like to think of themselves as "sleeping giants", and suffer from "big club" syndrome (see Newcastle United). Of course, the upshot of this delusion is that you never have to actually do anything except bottle the chances when they come along (see Leicester in the 1960's and their FA Cup finals, or again, see Newcastle United)
Their supporters are equally good at being "big-time Charlies" as my Granddad used to say. They rolled up to Rocky Road, all swaggery, pumped-up, and swigging from lager bottles, like big boys. They rapturously applauded the most blinding obvious square ball any player in blue kicked all evening. They cheered when Steve Howard touched the ball (both times), in an all-action display which put me in mind of Adam Cunnington, without the potent goal threat. They made rude gestures to the home fans when they managed to get an equaliser when we were temporarily down to ten men. They made exaggerated "OOO!" sounds anytime a meagre Leicester effort dribbled feebly wide of our goal.

They even tried a few chants for God's sake! Singing at a pre-season friendly has always struck me a bit of a social taboo. Just like french-kissing relatives (sorry to break that news to our new fans from down the A6), or admitting you watch "Big Brother". This didn't stop the Leicester diehards from Kettering and Market Harborough giving it a go until they realised their team couldn't even beat a Poppies team with an untroubled Koo-Boothe at the heart of its defence.

Worrying times for the Foxes!