Even at one-nil, and despite a few decent moves early on, our vulnerability was obvious. As so often, the slightest breeze sends the house of cards that is Leicester City crashing to the ground. Time after time, the team promise to make improvements for next time, but they never do.
I booed the players after the match while they half-heartedly applauded the fans from the safety of the middle of the pitch. Unlike after the Blackburn match, this time no-one turned on me and I wasn't accused of not being a real fan. Indeed, the robotic clappers were noticeably silent. Maybe, just maybe, it's starting to sink in.