AS LEICESTER collapsed against Bournemouth on Sunday, like a chocolate fireguard in front of a roaring blaze, I was reminded of a two-panel cartoon I once saw. 

In one, a man on a desert island sees a small yacht in the distance and, waving, cries: “A boat!” In the other, the man in the yacht sees the island in the distance and, waving, cries: “Land!” The title of the cartoon was Perspective.

Leicester’s season promised so much. An eight-game winning streak which began in mid-October meant that by mid-December they briefly looked like genuine title contenders. They’ve been second or third for a large part of the season and in the top four since September, a position they currently cling on to courtesy of a goal difference marginally better than Manchester United’s.