As the world’s most seasoned A List made their way up the steps of the Met Museum last night for an evening of debauchery and decadence, another party was going on well into the night.
With a goal from Chelsea’s Eden Hazard, Leicester City FC became Premier League Champions for the first time in their history – and to the absolute disbelief of bookies everywhere.
Victory of this magnitude was far from expected: 5000/1 were the odds…reportedly, it was more likely for Elvis Presley to be found alive. And yet the team from the Midlands will be lifting the silver, crown-topped cup as 2016 champions.
The delight nationwide is palpable, and the tremors of the thing are being felt all over the world where, no doubt, people are scratching their heads and wondering who the hell Leicester City actually are
As the nation settled down to what turned out to be a thrilling game of football, die hard fans of all iterations were hoping – for perhaps the first time ever – that Chelsea could triumph over Spurs in order for Leicester to achieve their desired margin.
The delighted whoops at the moment when the team beat unbelievable odds are visceral reactions that speaks to something intrinsic in all of us.
There is something deeply, deeply satisfying about an underdog story. Throughout life, we are taught – and routinely witness – the continual successes of those who are already successful. Spoiled by good looks, opportunity and (more often than not) wealth, those at the top of their game stay there, while the rest of us slave away beneath them.
When on that rare occasion that one of us slips through to the upper rafters, we cheer them on with hoarse voices and sparkling eyes. And this is one of those moments.
The sobs of Leicester fans on radio and TV last night were touching not only because grown men and women were letting their guards down in front of the public, but because their irrevocable love of their club had actually amounted to something. Because their devotion to something they really loved didn’t always have to end in disappointment. Because sometimes – just sometimes – something really amazing can happen.
Leicester’s win will go down in history not just as a first, but because of what those impossible odds represented: a team of men who triumphed above squads with multiple billions of pounds. It’s a rags to riches story without any of the riches; it’s a news story with the feel-good factor; it’s probably a movie in the making.
It’s so brilliant that it’s found its way onto my fashion blog… because victories of this magnitude transcend taste.
Today, Leicester City FC are all of of us.