Leicester City

The football season is drawing to a close and the last minute efforts for some to stay up in the Premier League is coming to and end with fans visibly tearful as their team is relegated.
So much hope and faith on a game in which sometimes, because you live in a town where the team play but often because of some link to the past or to a family connection and you become totally irrational in your judgement and support.
Grown men who can not see the opposing side without blinkers, blinding the supporter, obscuring  fact from fiction, turning them into a manic personality.
The tribe is at root of it all, a self absorbed entity with goals which exclude rational thought, only the subversion of ones own personality into a mechanism where winning is the one expression that can ameliorate the day to day existence of a disgruntled individual.
Hours of punditry are spent analysing the ins and outs of a game where Lady Luck has as much a part to play as all the hours on the practice pitch. It's an industry in which obscene wages are paid to young men with little talent other than to kick and control a ball and no matter how the cost of a ticket into the ground, plus the cost of travel to away games goes up and up, men and it's largely men will put aside their earnings to follow the game apparently oblivious to the need to spend those funds at home.
Leicester is the team who have defied all odds this season and look like winning the League. From the bottom last season to the top this.  What happened to the lads who played last season to the ones who turned up this season. Largely they are the same people but this time they are full of self-belief, each fulfilling his specific role, fullback, centre half centre forward 100 & 10 %.
Where did this confidence and the inter responsibility come from. Why now and not then.
A winning streak is a condition known to many. The gambler, the snooker player, the jockey all have winning streaks but it is unusual for a whole team to come together and play as winners week after week in one of the toughest tournaments in the world of soccer.
Good luck to them. We always love the underdog, the usurper who rattles the cage of the heir apparent and especially when they defeat the pundits of their proffered knowledge.