In the summer of 2013 out of nowhere came the perverse idea that I would try, after 44 years of supporting Leicester City all my life and owning a season ticket for just over a third of that life to go without for a season. Complete famine; no live games, no games on TV, no website checking. NO CONTACT. To keep me occupied I turned to St Albans City FC and the joys of the non-league. Leicester City’s response to this rather impolite slight was, typically, to win promotion to the Prem in some style. I kept my vows though – to the incredulity of Mr TLF and friends alike and stayed away, even for the party that was the last game of the season. It wasn’t quite as bad as I thought. Not because I can just rip up forty odd years of heritage and history without a care but because I got the bestest of welcomes at St Albans and a promotion via a play off win, on my birthday, with the mighty Saints making it to the Conference South.
That of course left me with a new dilemma – which promoted team did I abandon for the following season (and as it turned out all the seasons after that..)The answer of course was neither cos by then I loved em both. Time to break a lifetime rule and support two teams. Against the laws of nature? Yep. Against the laws of physics? Aye captain. Difficult to balance my time and loyalties? Er might be.