by Douglas Black May 2, 2016
Gone is the winter of discontent for Leicester City, champions at long last. The Premier Football League proverbial basement dwellers, who were considered so unlikely to even stay in the league a year ago that 5000-1 was the wager, yes that Leicester City, are finally champions.
Devine intervention? Perhaps. Or perhaps we must dig deeper.
The much maligned Chieftain of the House of York, King Richard III, who Shakespeare villainized and called ‘undone’, who history has so despised that his resting place was unrecognized for five centuries, has been the curse of the club.
Recently the old bent King was found, his bones discovered under a parking lot, dumped unceremoniously in an ancient toilet pit. Oh, the game was indeed afoot. Certainly Richard had likewise inflicted such disrespect upon the team, season after season.
But Richard III has now been given his horse, interred with full honors among his peers, and the King smiles upon the land. The curse has been lifted.
Yes, it has indeed been made glorious summer by this Son of Leicester.
Douglas Black is a writer, photographer and historian living in Chicago. Also and astrophysics enthusiast.