One Robbie Savage !!!!!!!!
Peter Gilbert 15.11.00

I must admit that when I arrived at Filbert Street before the Newcastle game, I was a bit down in the mouth. I was tired, emerging from the flu, I was hungry, thirsty, cold and wet.

I had moved house the day before and had spent what seemed like the last decade locked in wranglings with people who couldn't speak straight. I thought about the John Lennon song: Just Gimme Some Truth, all I want is the truth.

I slumped down in my seat and gazed at the green grass, even that didn't lift me. Filbert the Fox and Vicki cavorted about, that didn't lift me. The Birch wandered around with The Worthington Cup, I wasn't moved to rise up and touch it. Have you ever been there?

The players came out to warm up and even they looked a bit morose until one Robbie Savage came out, strutting purposefully about like a bantam cockerel, a Welsh one.

The Geordies had a go at him, he stretched turned and smiled at them. The players jogged across the pitch up to my side in the main stand. Robbie fooled around and laughed and joked , had a word with the grounds man, put his arm round the mascot for a photo and generally got everyone going.

His infectious enthusiasm drifted in my direction and slowly I inhaled it and began to feel like a human being again.

He worked hard in the warm up, competed, psyched himself up and was visibly up for it.

During the game he never stopped running, he was one minute defending, hacking the ball clear then in a twinkling of the eye he was chasing the ball down and making life difficult for their 'keeper trying to kick clear.

He hassled Shearer in midfield, popped up beside him on the penalty spot, grounded him with the ball on the half way line, argued when he inevitably whinged and generally made life difficult.

He harried their midfield players who wanted time on the ball, he gave them none. He worried their defenders, he was in constant discussion with the ref and his sidekicks. In his spare time he found time to wind his team mates up.

Where he gets his energy and running power from I will never know his efforts were as ever Herculean.

I just wanted to commit this to the website on the off chance that Robbie might look in.

I'd like to thank him for cheering me up, inspiring his team mates, entertaining the crowd and making life hell for those who would oppose him and us .

There is no other player quite like him and so when we sing 'One Robbie Savage, there's only one Robbie Savage,- it is in fact absolutely true. I can understand why the opposition can't stand him, he is a thorn in their sides.

Long may he grace the green green grass of Premiership football grounds in the royal blue shirt of Leicester City.

Good on yer Robbie - - - - and thanks, you are inspiration on legs.