▐░ ╊ English Premier League ╊▐░ ▀ ▄ 2015 - 2016 ▀ ▄LEICESTER CITY ARE CHAMPIONS!!

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Be aware that this is no standard match report. No end-of-season wrap-up, no routine summary of facts. This is a memento; a marking of history; this records an event you will want to tell your grandchildren about. The year: 2016. The date: Tuesday, May 3. And Leicester City have won the Premier League.

Over time, in sport, even the greatest achievements fade. Sir Alex Ferguson’s 13 titles with Manchester United meld to one glorious procession; each Ashes year becomes indistinguishable from the next; even the gold paint on those London 2012 postboxes peels and flakes as the seasons pass.

What remains is the truly exceptional. 1966. The Treble. Istanbul. Arsenal’s Invincibles. Mo Farah. Jonny Wilkinson. And now Leicester. Little Leicester.

Semper eadem is the city’s motto. Always the same. Not now it isn’t. Not on Tuesday morning. Nothing is the same from here.
It is hard to put Leicester’s triumph into context because so little can be compared. Mark Steel, the comedian, said he was trying to explain it to friends who did not follow football and was moved to increasingly bizarre analogies. ‘It’s like winning the Grand National,’ he finally announced, exhausted, ‘on a cat.’
Alternatively, try this one. Leicester City were 5,000-1 to do this at the start of the season. That means if the Premier League continued every year from now until 7016, by the bookmakers’ estimation, Leicester would win it, once. Equally, had the Premier League started in 2984 BC, or around the time Stonehenge was built, and been played every year since, the bookmakers believe Leicester would win it, once.

We are used to hyperbole in sport. The good is parlayed to great, the great to fantastic, the remarkable to unbelievable, and on, upwards, into the stratosphere. It is a world of exaggeration. Yet Leicester deserve every superlative thrown at them.
For once, there can be no bombast. You may never see anything like this in your lifetime again. So don’t feel foolish, snip the cuttings, preserve the scrapbooks. The 2015-16 Premier League season is a keeper.

Yet Leicester’s players are not greats, not legends of the game. Marc Albrighton is no Sir Stanley Matthews, no more than Wes Morgan is Bobby Moore or Jamie Vardy Jimmy Greaves. These players will enter folklore, but as a team, a collective, the ultimate band of brothers. Those Swansea fans will not talk of seeing Leonardo Ulloa or Robert Huth, but of Leicester, of watching a group of players who did not just defy what was expected of them as individuals, but rose above the limitations we had placed on their club, and all clubs like it, in the Champions League age.

A success from nowhere, by nobodies who become somebodies. Vardy may have a film made of his story, but his is not the only Hollywood ending. Morgan, the captain, ditched by Notts County for being too fat; Riyad Mahrez, from failed trialist at St Mirren to Players’ Player of the Year.
Claudio Ranieri, the coach, the nearly man, the Tinkerman, sacked by Greece for losing to the Faroe Islands. And then this, an unprecedented feat of man-management, somehow warding off the inevitable collapse, somehow convincing a group of second-class footballers that they were first-rate, that they not only deserved this success but that it could be sustained over weeks, then months — a calendar year, in fact, if we include the end of last season when Leicester’s revival began, avoiding relegation from another impossible position, under Nigel Pearson.

When would Leicester’s Hollywood story start? In 2002, with the club near to closure; six years later, fighting to emerge from the third tier of English football; or as recently as April 13 last year, when Leicester were still bottom of the Premier League?

Leicester have restored emotions we thought had been lost from the game for good. Faith, idealism, optimism, romance. They are the somebodies from nowhere that, unfathomably, pulled off the greatest title victory in the history of English sport.
And you will want to remember them, because future generations will want to know.

 

May 2nd 1993: Peter Schmeichel wins 1st Premier League title aged 29

May 2nd 2016: Kasper Schmeichel wins 1st Premier League title aged 29

 

Leicester streets....

 

leicester owner kashukaran aya kond ulla playersinte salary okke kootti putiya contract ready akkum ennu karutham.. and ofcourse with mega million get out clause for players like vardy, mahrez etc..