Why you love Leicester City?/What would stop you loving Leicester City?

[Tielemans63]

Does anyone else hear an angry China man's voice in their head when they read the first part of the thread title?

 

 

Just me then.....

[Countryfox]

Obviously a lot depends on where you live and who your family supports.   My mum came from Glasgow and my dad from Leicester.   Just had a look at the Scottish prem ...   what a fookin joke !!!    Celtic about 200 points above second place !!     Would have been a farce supporting them ...     boring or what  .....        and as for travelling all over the windswept north wearing a skirt and no pants ...     NO THANK YOU  !!!

[smr]

Never had a choice, my Dad used to go Filbert St with his Dad and Uncle way back, when you used to get in a for a six pence or whatever and get lifted over the gates.

My Dad's a massive Leicester fan even though my Grandad grew tired of football later in his life, sadly not with us anymore and passed away at the start of last year, missing out on seeing us win the title - but he defected to Rugby anyway.

 

First game at Filbert Street in 1991 when I was about 7, when I found out I couldn't see for **** as well cos my Dad was shouting Oldfield's name and I hadn't a clue how he knew who the players were! Remember walking to Filbert St. as a kid with my Dad, dodging horse shit and rowdy away fans on the way to the turnstiles. The atmosphere I'd never heard anything like it. Loved it instantly. First game I remember being directly behind the 'L' of Leicester City on the South stand. Played football a lot when I was a kid and wasn't too bad at it either, recommended trials for Leicester infact by a few Sunday league refs but nothing materialized of it and got injured with a knee cruciate ligament injury when I was about 15 and never played competitively again.

 

Went to all the Wembley games after Blackburn (my Dad went to that one but I think he probably thought I was too young) been to loads of games without season tickets, with season tickets, a few away games etc.

 

Decked the car out for the Wembley trips in newspaper cuttings, flags, all that. Had all the Leicester City kits, jackets, memorabilia etc. when I was a kid. Plastered my bedroom in Sporting Blue Newspaper cuttings and team photos etc.

 

Leicester City is basically ingrained in us and there's no choice about it whatsoever. Nothing would ever make me stop supporting Leicester City and it feels wrong even typing that.

 

 

 

 

[Thracian]

On 10/02/2017 at 12:06, worth_the_wait said:

Why love Leicester City?
 
A simple question.   Not always an easy answer.  It almost falls into two parts: falling in love, and staying in love.   
And each of those is not necessarily one simple reason.

Back in the 70's when I started going ... the noise of the crowd, the excitement of the game, the smell of a football ground

(the mixture of cigarette and cigar smoke with fresh air is a wonderfully evocative aroma), the buzz of a goal being scored,

the sight of 1000's of fans swaying and jumping and singing, the sight of the beautiful green pitch (well a bit muddy in the

70's, but you get the point).   Everything mixed in ... just made you fall in love.
 
Then the love deepens and intensifies.   You become proud of where you are from, standing with your mates, being part of the swaying, jumping singing mass of fans behind the goal.   The physical hardships of the terraces intensifies your emotions.  Physically touching other people creates an invisible bond of emotions, the open terraces: cold and wet, straining to see the game behind barriers and fences all hightens the passions.
 
Then there was the danger.  From the late 60's to mid 80's, games could be scary or outright dangerous.   Being chased down back streets, having bottles thrown at you, being batton-charged by police, having your buses and trains bricked, having glasses thrown at you in pubs, and being given a right kicking just for being a rival fan ... not fun.   

This tended to either make you or break you.   You either wimped out and did something less scary, or you developed a ghetto mentality and got on with it.   Some fought back, others ran away.   But the danger heightened your passion and love for the team and city.
 
Then obviously you have all the ups and downs of the team.   Somehow, this tends to be the least relevant of why you support a team.   ok some people latch on because of success, and disappear when things go bad ... but that's a minority.

Then everything off the pitch seems to go downhill.   The terraces disappear, the clubs all try to sanitise football by

encouraging 'families' to attend, the price of attending goes sky high.  The authorities sell out the game to TV, put games on at every unearthly hour of the day.   The list to depress you is endless, and goes on and on.
 
But through it all ... it's still the same basic game.   It's still Leicester City, and we still play in blue.  It's still my

team, and my mates that I have known all my life still support them (admittedly less are actually able to attend games through cost or family commitments).
 
I've spent most of my life emotionally devoted to them.  It's part of what I am.   Not everything, but a big part.   It's who

I am.   As someone said earlier, I've invested too much emotional energy to just 'give it up'.   And besides ... although the

bad times are very bad, the great moments when the happen are so good, they take me to a higher place.  There is simply

nothing on earth that feels that good.
 
Some people may say that brilliant mind-blowing sex is better.   But it isn't.   And the reason is simple.  Great sex is as

common as muck.   Has been for thousands of years, for every race, creed, religion, nationality on earth.   Leicester winning the league or being at Wembley to see Steve Claridge clinch promotion with the last kick of the game ... is not common as muck.  It's mind bogglingly rare, and has to be witnessed to be believed.
 
What would stop me supporting Leicester City?   Change the name to Leicester Forest, play in red and relocate to East Midlands Airport ... would probbaly just about do it for me.   Failing that ... death.   That's all.

 

 

 

Good insight that. But you should definitely think about writing a book on "great sex" given the number of broken relationships and tales of frustration I hear and read about!      

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Countryfox]

On 2/10/2017 at 21:14, Great Boos Up said:

Born in London, ....    how could I ever change?

 

Cockney w@nker !     

[simFox]

Born in the royal, raised in a South Leicestershire village, Charles Keene college, LETG, first nights out in the city. Leicester is my identity, where I'm from, where my roots are. If the football club moved then I'd support whatever team took its place like the Wimbledon scenario. Other than that, LCFC it is.

 

My mate at work is Yorkshire through and through, ex miner, lives in Leeds, supports Yorkshire cricket and declared the British Olympics team, team Yorkshire, but he supports Man Utd.. I just don't get that. Maybe that's another dissertation..

[Arriba Los Zorros]

Grew up in Leicester but moved away when only 5 years old. Still, I'd already got a little replica shirt and was already a Fox! 

 

Having the piss taken out of me by the majority of Man U and Arsenal plastics at school only strengthened the bond

[LanguedocFox]

On 2/9/2017 at 22:38, LCFC_World said:

If we get relegated I'm gonna go back to supporting Chelsea 

Plastic.

 

You should come back to supporting Manchester United like the rest of us southerners.

[fuchsntf]

This season, we got our Leicester back, you know !!! that one we can always trust and we

have really come accustomed to over 132 yrs.

The one that is absolutely brilliant, at giving us the nearly highs, broken dreams, scary memories,

laughable moments, occasional legends, the best 'what ifs'..history of shocks.

last season the biggest shock, they ripped open the christmas presents for us, and gave and seen us

 realise the ultimate dream.

Now after this extreme crest of the wave ride, we are plummetting, to accustomed well known depths.

Thats why...I would never stop loving the storytellers/makers from the wayback then,yesterday, the now,

and what ever the future brings...We are Leicester, if you dont really know, or understand our chant

....We know who/what we are...Then you have never felt it..!!

 

Swanns are our heritage, Ostriches a moment in time, fod for the unbelonging, PL trophy in the cabinet,

But...we are all, every single one of us.....FOXES FOR EVER...