On the road again with the Foxes and this time we're heading to Hertfordshire, home of the hornets ,Watford Football Club. Full of not-so-much optimism after three successive league defeats and growing despair amongst the city faithful it was set to be a tricky night down south as Aidy Boothroyds men sat top of the pile looking down at lowly Leicester in 20th position.
Boarding the trusty fox travel coach winding through the streets close to the ground I came to the conclusion that its not surprising so many people commute to London from Watford as the town itself is not the prettiest and appears if anything a little empty.
Vicarage Road is quite unusual in the way that its three modern stands of relative similarity and one age old shed of a stand with a small terrace dividing the away end and the restricted views of the seating. Still it adds a bit of historical and character element to the experience and any old excuse to sing 'my garden shed'. Coming into the ground greeted by the physical wrath of a steward searching prowess we made our way to the back of the concourse area which is a very strange affair at Watford resembling a tiny alleyway with a serving hatch by way of refreshments. How on earth did this arrangement work in the Premiership?
Moaning and groaning over (for now) we had a match to watch. Promising news delivered with the inclusion of our two new Hungarian sensations to the side after watching both destroy Coventry City on their respective debuts things were looking up. Then we forgot we were playing the side top of the league and mopping the floor with teams at home, early pressure from the Hornets then came to a standstill as John Jo O' (acting like a..) Toole decided to swap shirts early with Stephen Clemence earning the Watford man priority in the queue for a hot bath.
That didn't phase 10 man Watford and Leicester were to find out just why they call it the blues as Darius Henderson bundled the ball past Ben Alnwick to restore order to the form book, 1-0 and we needed a rocket man (had enough of these Elton gags yet?) to have any chance of getting something.
Even Ian Holloway wasn't going to be able to talk himself out of this one as chance after chance was wasted with Zsolt Laczko, the first of the Hungarians to become a fan favourite, going from hero to zero by time and again confusing the HUME 8 bearer of a Leicester shirt sat in the front row with the rightful owner darting into the six-yard box awaiting a chance at goal.
Sat in total darkness thanks to Watford doing their bit for the environment by turning the inner stand lights off and with a leaking roof for company this wasn't shaping out to be the best night of football we'd ever witnessed and second Hungarian Gabor Bori (ng) had his night cut short, subbed for the live wire Iain Hume. But not even the great 'Humeh' could save City on this occasion and with the shrill peep of the final whistle it was official, our 11 were far worse than Watfords 10 and heading home with the comments flying around the coach of negativity and the harsh reality of relegation coming further into the light,well......we'll be back again next week.
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