I attended my first Leicester game at 11 years old on 13 Feb 2003 - It was a 1-0 win at home to Crystall Palace, with Paul Dickov scoring the winner. I was hooked after that and before moving to Australia in 2012, I didn't miss a home game. I attended every home and away game during our League 1 season and enjoyed every minute of it. I was there every week during the dross years and remember every home game under Craig Levein ending with chants of "What a load of rubbish", but I still looked forward to every game.
This is the first time since Dickov scored that goal that I just don't care. I always thought not caring about football would be a much better option, as your weekend mood wouldn't be dependent on how Leicester perform, but it's actually incredibly sad that the one piece of childhood excitement we keep through life has just fizzled out.
The only saving grace is that one day this ownership will leave. These players will move on. This manager will rightly be sacked. And if that means going back to League One, so be it, because at least then the excitement and passion for the club we all have will return.
King Power out. John Rudkin out. The vast majority of the players out. Manager out.