TERRACE TALK: Leicester - So we only drew with Arsenal. Only!

How things have changed.
I used to be carried on my dad’s shoulders down past the Leicester Royal Hospital to Filbert Street. He would lift me over the barriers and I would sit on his knee. The smell of beer and cigars wafted around and still to this day the smell reminds me of being that five-year-old watching the likes of Weller, Whitworth, Birchenall and then Lineker, Young and Wallington. It was 1976 and my love affair with the Foxes began, and since then I have witnessed many lows, quite a lot of average players and just every now and then enough excitement to ensure I kept coming back for more.