In the great big shiny world of the English Premier League, hyperbole has never been too far from the surface. The marvellous Mitchell and Webb satirised it wonderfully.
Since 1992, Sky have brought UK fans “Super Sunday”. Often an ironic concept, detached from reality as the likes of Swindon, Barnsley and Ipswich have scuffed around in front of soporific audiences. (Please note I have absolutely nothing against these clubs, they were randomly chosen for illustrative purposes. And because I hated Jason Dozzell.)
However, as fate would have it, the fixture Gods have delivered a true Super Sunday, as the top four head into battle across five glorious hours – in two games that may well decide the destiny of the title.
If Leicester City win at Arsenal, then the league is theirs.
A big call I know but in this most strange and wonderful of Premier League seasons, it seems appropriate.
It wasn’t just the victory at Manchester City last weekend that has led me to this conclusion. It was the manner of the win.
Leicester crushed City. Beat them up. Spat them out. Ran rings around them. Had complete control. It was masterful. Eye opening. Jaw dropping.
And now, the wily old Fox Claudio Ranieri will lead his young band of Foxes to the Emirates to face a team with a notoriously pedestrian centre-back pairing. A team with a soft central midfield. A team struggling to score goals at home. Can’t see any problem here.
The fact that I see Leicester as favourites to beat Arsenal at home shows just how much of an impact that win at Eastlands has had.
Up to this point, it’s been the same narrative. “This is the true test for Leicester… They’ll trip up… What if Vardy gets injured…”
Well guess what guys? They’ve passed every test. Arsenal is the final one.
After this, they have a run of eight games against bottom half sides, before a tougher looking finish.
Also in their favour is the fact that the other three teams in contention – the Gunners City and Tottenham Hotspur – all have various cup commitments, including Spurs’ dreaded Thursday night Europa trips.
For plucky old Leicester, it’s Premier League or bust.
So by the time we reach kick off at the Etihad between City and Spurs, the two sides may know in the back of their mind that they are playing for second.
And that is because Leicester City, yes, Leicester City, will have one hand on the trophy on the most unbelievable and Super Sunday’s we have ever seen.