Leicester City, Champions of England. It has a ring of authenticity to it that's been hard fought for and deeply merited. Whereas "Champions Spurs" - well, it just doesn't sound right. It sounds instead like cheap fiction; and, as long as the club and the fans retain their current losers' mindset, that's just how it will remain.
With just five games to go, it's increasingly looking as if Leicester will be crowned not just People's Champions, but Premier League Champions. Whether they will have done so by fair means or foul is open to debate, but either way it's a reasonable assumption that the club and their supporters - like those of Millwall - won't care.
The beautiful game needs to take a long, hard look at itself and reassess the way that it treats and responds to match officials. Everyone involved in the game, including professionals, need to teach the youth of today that are learning the game to respect those officiating.
Their departure means the list of Premier League-era ever presents has been dwindled even further; as of next season, there will only be six clubs who have played in every season in the top flight since 1992 - Arsenal, Chelsea, Liverpool, Everton, Tottenham Hotspur and Manchester United.
One thing's for sure though: both Donald Trump and Leicester City have earned the right to be taken seriously. Which, when you consider their respective starting points, is actually kind of funny...
So the question needs to be asked, has Martinez got what it takes to deliver ambitions of this re-awakened giant? At the moment the answer appears to be a clear and obvious no. However with seven league games left in the season, including a Merseyside Derby, and a F.A Cup semi final looming over the horizon, Martinez will hope he still has the opportunities to prove his growing list of critics wrong...
People continue to parade Hodgson's constant selection of Rooney as evidence he is out of touch - ignoring the fact he also gave England debuts to Kane, Vardy, Drinkwater, Shaw, and Stones. And the fact Rooney is captain, and really quite good. If it ain't broke, don't fix it - particularly if you have some fairly stable glue to hand already.
All the very best to the Foxes - we'll look forward to raising a celebratory glass to you, when you can finally call yourselves Champions.
Three years is more than a fair period of time for a manager to prove themselves in the ever more short-termist way that people approach modern football. Everton just cannot afford to let this opportunity to bridge the gap to the big clubs pass them by and potentially waste £100million on another disappointing season by putting faith in a boss who's had plenty of resources and has still shown that he's not up to it.
There'll be fanfare when The Decision is eventually made, but Zlatan's no peak-era LeBron. Who cares about where Zlatan moves? Perhaps not even the man himself. The journey, and the attention, may be more important than the destination.
Seven League titles, seven FA Cups, five League Cups and a European Cup... Given the current state of Aston Villa Football Club - and perhaps if she truly understood what irony is - Alanis Morissette might have written a song about us.
If Leicester win the Premier League this season - and it looks as though they will - it'll be because they've been the best team in almost every single aspect of the game, and they've adapted to each situation that's been thrown at them like a bunch of freaky human-chameleon hybrids.
Conte is a man who gets to the point. When his squad under-performs, they know about it afterwards. It is an approach that can alienate as much as it can motivate.
If the Champions League it is to remain the pinnacle of European football it must find room for the likes of Leicester City and give the giants of the game a bloody nose from time to time by expelling them to the eternal darkness of Thursday night football.
So many of the Premier League's most best and most entertaining players this season are still aged just 22 or younger. As we bid farewell to a number of old timers, it makes it an incredibly exciting time for the future to begin.
No wins in November. One win in January, before a run of four games without tasting triumph. The team have been shooting themselves in the foot for so long that any slip-up really does look like it rips the heart out of the side. It just screams 'here we go again'. How can anyone believe Arsenal can win the Premier League if they don't seem to truly believe it themselves?