But soon comes Mr Night...

As my team struggled on this evening I found myself watching the sky over the top of the stand. Earlier on the ball had been delivered by helicopter to celebrate the Royal British Legion and their 100th anniversary of the Great War (as it became known) and the sale of their poppies this year. Leicester City do a fabulous job of rememberance every year and this one is no exception. I stood in silence with over 32,000 others as a lone bugler played the last post before the match. It brought back the sight of the ceramic poppies at the Tower on Wednesday and how it caught my breath as the tears streamed down my face and my little boy held tight to my hand.