This blog has somehow avoided commenting on the magnificence of Leicester City’s Premier League title victory. In a world where the big guys seemingly always win, and have the game rigged so that things stay that way, watching an insurgent win in a sport where the decks are stacked more than most others is genuinely breathtaking and life-affirming, and all such other things that are good. This blog has previously written about the neoliberal hyper-capitalist system that pertains in European football, unlike the socialist regimes of the US major leagues. The Leicester Citys of this world have no right to win in the circumstances they must compete in, but Leicester’s title has only been a surprise only to those who have been casually observing the Premier League table and not actually watching what’s been happening week after week. Rationalisation is quite easy if you ignore preconceptions and appreciate that they’re actually just a good side. That hasn’t stopped people from accompanying their encomiums to Leicester with attempts to locate some reference point, to conjure some persuasive analogy, as if such an exercise is necessary to make sense of what they’ve done. And it’s been quite common to invoke other walks of life or to utilise their tools in order to do so.
