A classic end of season, who gives a monkeys encounter… where both sides gave a monkeys, or seemed to for some of the time, but couldn’t be bothered at others.
Mahrez, Vardy and Gray’s eyes must’ve lit up when they saw the relatively snail like centre back and midfield pairing we started with. We were going to struggle if we gave away any possession. Which we did, regularly, hence the four goals conceded. Ouch.
Luckily though, Leicester were shite at the back. Comedy.
The five we scored came from slightly surprising quarters in that Harry seems to have suddenly found his shooting boots and Lamela was up with the play enough to take advantage of Walker-Peters and Rose forays into wide territory.
That’s right, Walker-Peters. He has bookended his season with his only two league starts that I can remember, the first a clean sheet, the second a four goal concession, but he has come out of both with credit. You can see that his positioning leaves something to be desired and he made a dreadful swipe at Gray in the penalty box in the first half that was thankfully unsuccessful, but he was very good going forward. Aurier hasn’t got much, if anything, on him and he has more potential than Trippier.
Leicester were easy on the eye and but their support was hard on the ear. Knobbers with clappers, even without the clappers.
So farewell to Wembley. A place we never looked forward to moving to and never warmed to despite our successful season there.
Next stop, WHL Mark 2.
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