Peoples optimism like this, is salt in the wound.
Why does anyone possibly think they will drop off when in 32 games they haven't.
They need 4 games to win the title. Even 3 would see them through, most likely.
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Peoples optimism like this, is salt in the wound.
Why does anyone possibly think they will drop off when in 32 games they haven't.
They need 4 games to win the title. Even 3 would see them through, most likely.
Would love it if that's what they were doing, but I doubt it...
Seven points is a lot easier to make up when you're chasing the team in 17th, not the one that keeps winning every match 1-0!
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And you know that part is right.
You, like many others probably remember the Chelsea match against Bayern Munich when it seemed impossible that Chelsea could withstand the onslaught but they did, or when United somehow beat that same team in their treble year.
It is a strange, strange game for sure so lets at least MAKE Leicester win the Premier. That is what we must do and then if Leicester do go on and secure what is already being handed to them, then fair enough.
We just need to keep going, the only influence we can have on Leicester is to keep winning.
It would help of course if just one of their opponents could try 100%......Southampton were going through the motions today
It would help of course if just one of their opponents could try 100%......Southampton were going through the motions today
I am generally very pessimistic, especially towards Spurs....this time. I'd rather be optimistic. I did not think we would finish top 4 this season. We should do so now. That's fantastic. So to keep an open mind towards a possibility is no bad thing. We are Spurs we could fuck this up big time even if Leicester did not get the points they need. But maybe given we are 2nd and in the mix it is better to keep positive.
Any club can go on a bad run at any time. Even the mighty Leicester, they are as likely to lose games as they are to win them surely.
The season is not 32 games long. If your top after 6 games you don't win the league...
Let's wait and see, when it's over it's over. But it's not over yet. If nothing else we risk 2nd by throwing in the towel now.
I do feel like saying that Southampton were pretty disgraceful today. They did not really put a shift in. That ball was in the same part of the field for about 4 minutes towards the end of the game and the Southampton players were not really trying to win it back. They made it easy on a really average team.
I love the optimism on here but I think we need to accept the reality here and that we are not going to win the league this year unfortunately. Leicester city are to far infront now with 7 points being a monster task with only 6 games to go. They need to basically lose 3 out of the remaining 6 and us win all 6.....just not going to happen boys. Thankfully bar a major collapse, we almost have CL footy next season which is brilliant. Now to keep 2nd place and finish above the gooner cunts because the league is gone
I'll burst your bubble mate, 1 point at Sunderland
1 point at home to West Spam
3 points against Swansea
Lose at Manure
Draw at home to Everton
Lose at Chavs
Total points 75
You come second
COYS
savage!
It's a bit sad to see a park the bus and counter attack team win the league. Now other bad teams will see that it can be done and in a couple of years time all lower half teams will have adapted that strategy. The league will become so boring to watch that people start cancelling their expensive TV subscriptions. The money will stop flooding in and after a few years the EPL will be a shit league up in the west corner of Europe that nobody cares about.
That's why Tottenham needs to win.
That's why Tottenham needs to win.
Lcfc are not losing at Chelsea. Guaranteed
What a pathetic post.like us they have been brilliant this season and you and many others sound like a bunch of whinging idiots,saying they are crap etc... If only we could win 1-0 instead of choking under the pressure. Take Kane out of our team and we would be bang average ,look at our results against the top 12 this season. This season has seen record viewing figures in the USA and almost all the countries in the far east,obviously because of us and nothing to do with Leicester i suppose
What they have done is a miracle in today's corrupt global bollocks fest that the premier
has become . A real team , supported by the local area , winning with no major investment .
The greatest achievement since the ugly whore which is the premier was formed .
The greatest achievement since the great Clough won the league with Forest .
Fuck the global plastic fan bases , if they can not understand this is the real deal ,
not another round of Chavs/Arabs buying it .
There is a bigger picture , this may never happen again in our lifetime .
Contradiction in terms?
We must respect the fact that they have done it against all odds. Well done to LC.
I can't see where their draws are going to come from as teams seem to be gifting them 1-0 results. However it's a topsy turvy season and anything can happen. We did not lose on Saturday, even though in the past we would have lost that. We just have to keep on believing and trying to beat the teams ahead of us. I am proud of what the team have done this year, Champions or not. Let's guarantee a place in the Champions League and then worry about where we finish.
LCFC are Owned by Thai billionaire "Business man" and are supposed already the biggest supported club in Thailand.....so sadly this is not the modern Clough dream. The LCFC story is another round of Chavs/Arabs, but of course Far East money. Like the Bournemouth myth ( owned by a hugely wealthy Russian ) this is nothing to do with a plucky little team beating the big boys. This is a club with major financial muscle mixing it with equally rich clubs.
This again, not such a fairy tale when you consider all the other stuff....
Leicester City: The fairytale with rough edges
The international break is over, so we can all stop getting a bit giddy about England’s prospects for the summer on the basis of one result/getting a bit gloomy about England’s prospects for the summer on the basis of one result. It’s time to get back to the more workaday business of domestic affairs, the undulating ‘narrative’ of the Premier League and the unlikely, implausible, completely ridiculous and fairytale story of Leicester, five points clear and odds on to win the whole bloody thing.
What a tale it is, too. A manager, universally acknowledged to be a delightful avuncular old soul, plucked from the scrapheap fresh from being hosed by the Faroe Islands. A collection of players who had literally never played football before last August (check this – Ed). A famous fan who hasn’t looked this happy since his agent rang and said “Walkers have been on the phone, how do you fancy selling some crisps?”
This is the ultimate underdog story, a team who more or less everyone thought would get relegated, pulling down the pants of every team in the world’s richest league, smacking their bottoms red raw and running away giggling like schoolboys who’ve just egged the headteacher’s house. David has taken on several Goliaths, and has somehow managed to construct a slingshot that takes out them all. They are ultimate feel-good story in a game that has precious few feel-good stories.
And yet, and yet, and yet. Leicester are winning this title with a few rather unpalatable characters in their team. Last summer Jamie Vardy was fined and reprimanded by the club after racially abusing a Japanese man in a casino, for which he later apologised. Leicester later made it clear that the Daily Telegraph’s Jonathan Liew would not be welcome at the King Power Stadium after he wrote a blog about Vardy’s actions, exactly the sort of thing a PR department would do when trying to brush something under the carpet. Last year Danny Simpson was convicted for assaulting his girlfriend, an assault that saw him straddle the woman in question and throttle her, apparently in an argument over some shoes Simpson bought that he then decided she “didn’t deserve.” He escaped jail and instead got 300 hours community service, some of which was spent being a bingo caller in Salford. And also last year Robert Huth was fined by the FA for posting links to a transphobic game and account on Twitter.
Thus, at the moment of a Leicester win, or Vardy scoring a goal, or Simpson winning praise for his attacking runs down the right flank, the instinctive reaction is to be momentarily thrilled at what they have achieved and are achieving, only for a few minutes later to remember and think ‘Yeah, but…’
Football is not exactly a haven for the morally righteous, and perhaps some players at other clubs have done similar things and managed to get away with it, but the actions of a few in Leicester’s squad at the very least give a moment’s pause, and take the edge off the warm and fuzzy feeling that an unlikely sporting victory gives. It’s a little like seeing a local independent coffee shop resisting an aggressive takeover attempt by Starbucks, only to discover the proprietors kick puppies around their yard for sport. Or put signs like this in their sugar bowl.
There is always the argument that we should simply assume that most footballers do some fairly unpleasant things anyway, that their play is all that matters so their actions off the pitch should be discounted. That makes a small amount of sense, but it does fall down a little when you consider people like Marlon King or Ched Evans. If you’re happy having convicted domestic abusers or rapists in your team then all the best to you, but football teams are supposed to be extensions of their fans and in many cases communities. Expecting them to be monastic role models who set a shining example for the children is unrealistic, but not racially abusing or throttling someone does seem to be a baseline of decent human behaviour.
Of course, if we are to only admire sportsmen, or indeed artists, musicians, actors and so forth if they’re fine upstanding citizens, then we could be in some trouble. No more John Lennon, Eric Clapton, Bill Murray (yeah, even Bill Murray– sorry), Sean Connery…we could go on; your CD racks and bookshelves might start looking pretty empty. Therefore separating the art from the artist, so you can still enjoy ‘Abbey Road’, or ‘The White Room’, or ‘Ghostbusters’, or ‘Dr No’, is not exactly ideal but is a useful compromise.
It is, after all, perfectly possible to hold both views simultaneously; to be thrilled at English football’s most unlikely title win since Ipswich managed it in their first ever top-flight season back in 1962, while at the same time expressing distaste for the actions of their players.
But even if you can hold both of those opinions, it still remains that at least some of the joy this Leicester side bring is worn away by the other sins of a few. The fairytale is not quite as idyllic as it could be.
The international break is over, so we can all stop getting a bit giddy about England’s prospects for the summer on the basis of one result/getting a bit gloomy about England’s prospects for the summer on the basis of one result. It’s time to get back to the more workaday business of domestic affairs, the undulating ‘narrative’ of the Premier League and the unlikely, implausible, completely ridiculous and fairytale story of Leicester, five points clear and odds on to win the whole bloody thing.
What a tale it is, too. A manager, universally acknowledged to be a delightful avuncular old soul, plucked from the scrapheap fresh from being hosed by the Faroe Islands. A collection of players who had literally never played football before last August (check this – Ed). A famous fan who hasn’t looked this happy since his agent rang and said “Walkers have been on the phone, how do you fancy selling some crisps?”
This is the ultimate underdog story, a team who more or less everyone thought would get relegated, pulling down the pants of every team in the world’s richest league, smacking their bottoms red raw and running away giggling like schoolboys who’ve just egged the headteacher’s house. David has taken on several Goliaths, and has somehow managed to construct a slingshot that takes out them all. They are ultimate feel-good story in a game that has precious few feel-good stories.
And yet, and yet, and yet. Leicester are winning this title with a few rather unpalatable characters in their team. Last summer Jamie Vardy was fined and reprimanded by the club after racially abusing a Japanese man in a casino, for which he later apologised. Leicester later made it clear that the Daily Telegraph’s Jonathan Liew would not be welcome at the King Power Stadium after he wrote a blog about Vardy’s actions, exactly the sort of thing a PR department would do when trying to brush something under the carpet. Last year Danny Simpson was convicted for assaulting his girlfriend, an assault that saw him straddle the woman in question and throttle her, apparently in an argument over some shoes Simpson bought that he then decided she “didn’t deserve.” He escaped jail and instead got 300 hours community service, some of which was spent being a bingo caller in Salford. And also last year Robert Huth was fined by the FA for posting links to a transphobic game and account on Twitter.
Thus, at the moment of a Leicester win, or Vardy scoring a goal, or Simpson winning praise for his attacking runs down the right flank, the instinctive reaction is to be momentarily thrilled at what they have achieved and are achieving, only for a few minutes later to remember and think ‘Yeah, but…’
Football is not exactly a haven for the morally righteous, and perhaps some players at other clubs have done similar things and managed to get away with it, but the actions of a few in Leicester’s squad at the very least give a moment’s pause, and take the edge off the warm and fuzzy feeling that an unlikely sporting victory gives. It’s a little like seeing a local independent coffee shop resisting an aggressive takeover attempt by Starbucks, only to discover the proprietors kick puppies around their yard for sport. Or put signs like this in their sugar bowl.
There is always the argument that we should simply assume that most footballers do some fairly unpleasant things anyway, that their play is all that matters so their actions off the pitch should be discounted. That makes a small amount of sense, but it does fall down a little when you consider people like Marlon King or Ched Evans. If you’re happy having convicted domestic abusers or rapists in your team then all the best to you, but football teams are supposed to be extensions of their fans and in many cases communities. Expecting them to be monastic role models who set a shining example for the children is unrealistic, but not racially abusing or throttling someone does seem to be a baseline of decent human behaviour.
Of course, if we are to only admire sportsmen, or indeed artists, musicians, actors and so forth if they’re fine upstanding citizens, then we could be in some trouble. No more John Lennon, Eric Clapton, Bill Murray (yeah, even Bill Murray– sorry), Sean Connery…we could go on; your CD racks and bookshelves might start looking pretty empty. Therefore separating the art from the artist, so you can still enjoy ‘Abbey Road’, or ‘The White Room’, or ‘Ghostbusters’, or ‘Dr No’, is not exactly ideal but is a useful compromise.
It is, after all, perfectly possible to hold both views simultaneously; to be thrilled at English football’s most unlikely title win since Ipswich managed it in their first ever top-flight season back in 1962, while at the same time expressing distaste for the actions of their players.
But even if you can hold both of those opinions, it still remains that at least some of the joy this Leicester side bring is worn away by the other sins of a few. The fairytale is not quite as idyllic as it could be.