Hawk17

Surely someone got him a new one post Silva?

Hopefully Benny doesn't kill any of your boys Not too sure about that though, all we have is Mooy and a 78 year old Tim Cahill. Can understand Kane playing first but is Vards really no chance of game time over there you reckon?

Absolutely ****ing love him. Utterly ruthless in his finishing and fearless in his all round play, would die for the shirt. Not English but when Australia's knocked out I'll be cheering England on because any time I get to see Vardy play I know I'll see someone playing a sport I love giving his heart and soul for his team and as a sports fan theres few greater sights.

Left-field, but Amartey's equaliser during the 2-2 draw to Stoke. I'd followed the Leicester title year streaming online from Melbourne, Australia since the West Ham game with Ulloa's last gasp penalty, right up until the title win. I didn't want to call myself a Leicester supporter as I didn't want to be accused of jumping on the bandwagon due to the title winning year, but something about this team had got me. I went from not having watched soccer/football in 10 years, to eagerly reading this forum and awaiting the next game, even though that year under Ranieri showcased some truly horrendous football. It seemed like another depressing outing, Vardy sent off pretty harshly. More yellow cards then you could count, a harsh penalty call on Simpson and the ball bouncing off the back of Kasper's head into the path of Joe Allen and an empty net. 2-0 at half time with Ranieri trying to get to the ref didn't exactly give much of a hint toward of how great an ending the game would have, but thats what made it magic. Leo took a header damn well. 2-1. Leicester looked good, but it seemed like too little too late given it was around the 87th minute or so and Leicester wasn't on top. "It's 2-2. Somehow!!!!" The commentators on my stream summed it up best. God help you if you tried to find a logical explanation toward how that equaliser came about, but somehow it did. But the last few minutes of that game after the equaliser, if anything Leicester was going to score again. And I realised that I didn't give a shit anymore, I was a Leicester fan and this was the club I was going to throw myself behind. As frustrating as they could be, there was a certain magic in the air. Maybe they'd lose and lose badly. But you could never be sure they would. Because you couldn't discount the possibility, that maybe they'd also do something fuching special at any given moment. Somehow.

Sensational first half, reminded me of everything that made me fall in love with Leicester. Playing against the big boys, being written off by everyone, but simply not giving a **** and playing fast and in your face football leaving the so called "big boys" with no idea what to do. Mahrez is just a freak....his first touch is beyond words. Big Harry is a star and made Morata look like an absolute spud and really glad people are giving Amartey a shout out. Genuinely haven't been much of a fan of his at all and was filthy with that red a few weeks ago, but he was damn good today and that deserves to be recognised. Genuinely think we could be on a long term winner with Puel....the bloke seems very shrewd, switched on and is slowly but surely creating his own version of Leicester which looked ****ing unreal today.

Mate I accidentally yelled out "how the **** did we not score" and judging by the look I got from it waking her up its going to be quite a while before I score.

"Claude Puel is boring"

HOW ARE WE NOT AHEAD

We're playing so well its rude we're not ahead.

2 am in Melbourne, foxes kit on and next to the sleeping mrs who will deck me if I wake her up. Please don't make me yell Leicester. Lets go boys.

Hope we do absolutely everything we can to keep this bloke, will never forget him in the Sevilla first leg as long as I live. You can't begrudge him if he decides to move onto bigger things though, absolute ****ing legend.

Sell Musa & put whatever fee we get from it entirely into Kaspers contract to keep him here.

Grew up in Australia absolutely obsessed with football (soccer here). The first team I ever saw play was Chelsea, so I took some interest in them but was never passionate enough to stay up to watch them play (games are mostly very early in the morning here). To a young kid Real Madrid was also always attractive, fancy uniforms and all the big players but neither Madrid or Chelsea ever stuck with me and about the age of 14 or so I stopped caring about football and moved onto other passions. I'm now 24, and throughout 2016 every time I logged into social media I kept hearing about Leicester City and what was going on. Weeks passed and I eventually saw so much about the team I read the story and decided that for the first time in 10 years, I wanted to watch a football game. The first Leicester match I saw was Leicester V West Ham with Ulloa's last gasp penalty. The extraordinary heart I saw from that game stayed with me, and suddenly I found myself up at all hours of the Australian morning watching Leicester because I've never been the best at anything in my life but neither were these boys, and if they managed to win the league..it would mean that maybe it didn't matter that i'm not the best at anything..and that maybe I could do something amazing with my life too. I carried on watching Leicester games into this season, despite the obviously dramatic change in form. But even though theres no longer a fairytale and they're back to where most people think Leicester should be, it hasn't changed how I felt about them. Leicester sure as hell isn't the best, and players like Okazaki are scarcely Premier League standard, But what they are best at, is having a heart bigger than anyone elses that they face. Granted it hasn't shown too much this season, but when it does, it's the true Leicester and its what made me fall in love with this club. I didn't realise I was a Leicester fan until the 2-2 draw against Stoke. We couldn't have had any more go wrong..a bullshit red card to Vardy, more yellow cards then you could count and the ball bouncing off the back of Kaspers head into the path of Joe Allen. Yet we never quit, we fought together and by the end of that game anyone watching saw that Leicester City and it's players at their best have more heart than anyone in English football. And for me that's what football is about. Passion, unity and having teammates by your side you'd do anything for. So it was 6am in Australia, tthree minutes after Daniel Amartey's goal that I realized 10 years after I stopped watching football, two things had happened. I'd finally found my team. And 10 years after I'd stopped watching it, Leicester City had made me fall in love with football again.