An event like the sacking of another of the constituents that created Leicester City winning the Premiership title in 2015/16 is a gift to a sports journalist.
The invective flies out yet again that said win was a fluke and that clubs like Leicester must never expect it to happen again. Of course, this season it is unlikely to happen again, not just for Leicester, but any club that is not in London, Manchester or (at the outside) Liverpool.
This says much about modern football (especially in the top flight) with its billions of pounds investment in top footballing brands. How dare smaller clubs like Leicester, or indeed any other similar club, dare to threaten our supremacy in making obscene amounts of money from backing the brands millions love and trust?
I know Leicester’s owners are hardly poor, but they invested in a Minnow rather than a Barracuda that might have made them a lot more money in a much shorter space of time..
I became a Leicester fan as a child, and whilst I’m at best an armchair supporter it can never stop being the club I support. I love my city and I love the team that bares its name. The club has taken me on a roller-coaster over the years with far more heartbreak than success.
But what I cannot abide is the smugness of the elite and their paid media hacks in their absolute belief that they have a given right of the god Mammon to always win everything, not for the good of sport, but for the good of their bloated bank balances.
I dream that in another season Leicester City might repeat what they achieved against all the odds just a short while ago, but if it is not Leicester (and of course the odds are very much against that) then I hope another club not in the elite goes on to achieve it.
I just want to see the smug look knocked off the collective faces of footballing’s greedy slavering shark pool at least once more in my lifetime.