Leicester's Valentine’s date with destiny

Any objection if we talk about Leicester City again?

Didn’t think so.

I’ve noticed recently that if you mention the name to anyone who professes even a passing interest in football, their face immediately lights up. Desensitised as many people are by the Premier League’s bloated money, bloated egos, relentless hype and seemingly unassailable dominance by a handful of mega-clubs, it’s as if Leicester’s corner shop success triggers a reaction of almost childish delight, similar to the feeling that good ‘ol Louis was expressing when he croaked mellifluously about the trees of green, the red roses too, the bright blessed day and the dark sacred night.