May 22, 2016 | Leicester City Centre – 11:02 AM

The low growl of the engine echoed down the crowded street before the open-top bus came into view — a chariot of blue and gold, rolling through a sea of believers. Its body gleamed in Leicester's royal colors, trimmed with gold edges that caught the sunlight like flame.

Across the front, a colossal banner rippled in the warm summer breeze:

"THE MIRACLE OF LEICESTER – 2015/16."

And along the side, emblazoned in proud, defiant lettering that stretched the length of the bus, were the words that would live forever:

"Premier League. FA Cup. Europa League. League Cup. Unbeaten. Unmatched. Unrivaled!"

Below it, in smaller script, a final line shimmered in gold paint:

"A Season Beyond Defeat."

The open-top bus rolled into Leicester city center and the world seemed to stop breathing.

The roar that greeted it wasn't just noise; it was worship.

Hundreds of thousands of people filled the streets, packed shoulder to shoulder as far as the eye could see. From the King Power Stadium all the way to the city square, Leicester had transformed into a living sea of blue. Every rooftop was lined with people waving flags. Every window hung a shirt. Every streetlight had someone clinging to it just to see.

Shops were closed. Buses rerouted. The city had shut down for one reason — to celebrate the miracle.

Blue smoke bombs curled into the sky, painting the air with royal haze. Gold confetti rained from balconies. Sirens wailed only to clear the way for the bus, and above, helicopters from the BBC, Sky Sports, and ITV hovered, their cameras catching history from every angle. The sound from the crowd was deafening — a wall of human thunder.

And then came the chants.

🎵 "CHAMPIONS OF ENGLAND! CHAMPIONS OF EUROPE!" 🎵

🎵 "OLE, OLE, OLE, LEICESTER! LEICESTER!" 🎵

🎵 "TRIS-TAN! TRIS-TAN! TRIS-TAN!" 🎵

The rhythm pulsed through the streets, rolling like waves. Drums pounded somewhere in the distance. Car horns blared in rhythm with the chants. People banged on signs, walls, and anything they could find.

The bus turned the corner, its blue and gold paint shimmering under the early summer sun. The trophies lined the edge like a crown — Premier League, FA Cup, Europa League, and League Cup.

A massive banner stretched across the front:

"THE MIRACLE OF LEICESTER – 2015/16."

And along the sides, written in proud, defiant letters that seemed to shake with the roar of the crowd:

"UNDEFEATED. UNSURPASSED. UNFORGETTABLE."

When the fans saw the players appear on the upper deck, the city erupted all over again.

Jamie Vardy was the first to climb onto the railing, waving his shirt like a flag. The crowd's roar turned into a chant so loud it made the glass storefronts tremble.

🎵 "VARDY'S HAVIN' A PARTY! BRING YOUR VODKA AND YOUR CHARLIE!" 🎵

Vardy grinned, holding up a bottle of champagne and yelling into the crowd, "WE'VE DONE IT, LADS! WE'VE DONE IT!" before spraying it into the air.

The music blared from massive speakers strapped to the bus roof — Freed From Desire, Seven Nation Army, Don't Look Back in Anger, the soundtrack of their season. Players were bouncing, shouting, waving flags.

Shinji Okazaki and Danny Drinkwater were jumping in sync, both drenched from head to toe in champagne. Ben waved a massive blue flag so violently he nearly fell off the bus until Tristan caught him by the back of his collar.

"Oi, careful!" Tristan laughed, pulling him upright. "You break your neck, the city's blaming me!"

Chilwell was laughing so hard he could barely stand. "Worth it for this, Captain!"

Kanté and Mahrez stood side by side, each with a non-alcoholic drink in hand — sparkling apple juice for one, soda for the other. Tristan made sure they had them himself, placing the bottles in their hands earlier. "No mix-ups tonight, lads," he'd said with a grin. "You celebrate your way. I've got you."

Mahrez clinked his bottle against Tristan's champagne. "We celebrate the same way, brother," he said. "Just different flavors."

The music hit another chorus, and Tristan climbed up on the railing beside Vardy. The crowd below saw him, and the sound that followed could have powered the city for a week.

🎵 "HALE! HALE! HALE! OUR KING OF LEICESTER!" 🎵

🎵 "TRIS-TAN! TRIS-TAN! TRIS-TAN!" 🎵

Tristan raised his bottle high, shaking it until the cork shot into the sky. Champagne exploded in a golden arc, raining down over the fans below.

The cameras caught it perfectly — the twenty-year-old captain of the greatest team England had ever seen, laughing, soaked and drunked for once.

He threw an arm around Kanté's shoulder, both of them swaying with the motion of the bus. "Look at this, kante" he shouted over the roar. "You see what we built?"

Vardy banged on the roof with both hands. "Alright, who's got the next bottle?!"

Schmeichel tossed him one, and chaos resumed. Okazaki drenched Mahrez. Mahrez chased him with a flag. Drinkwater almost slipped trying to grab the FA Cup.

And through it all, Tristan laughed harder than he had all season. He was drunk, unguarded, alive — the weight gone from his shoulders.

He finally made peace with himself that he was gonna leave Leciester.

As the bus rolled past the city square, he looked out over the endless sea of faces — kids, parents, grandparents — and for the first time, he understood what they'd really done.

The chants grew again, unending, unrelenting.

🎵 "WE LOVE YOU, LEICESTER, WE DO!" 🎵

🎵 "WE LOVE YOU, TRISTAN, WE DO!" 🎵

The city wasn't just celebrating victory.

It was celebrating a miracle.

And at the front of it all, Tristan Hale — the boy who grew up in these streets — stood on the edge of the bus, champagne in hand,, his laughter echoing over a city that would never forget his name.

As the bus rolled deeper into the heart of Leicester, the noise only grew — but now, something else began to emerge through the blue smoke and confetti.

Murals. Dozens of them. Everywhere.

Entire buildings had been transformed overnight, like the city itself had decided to tell their story in color and stone.

The first one towered above the square — a massive wall of blue and gold. All four trophies stood stacked beneath a glowing crown, painted so vividly they looked alive under the sunlight.

Across the top, in bold white letters:

"THE UNDEFEATED. THE UNTOUCHABLES. THE KINGS OF ENGLAND."

The bus turned the corner, and another mural came into view — this one stretched across an old brick warehouse. It showed Vardy, Mahrez, Kanté, and Tristan caught mid-sprint, painted in surreal, slow-motion detail. Their faces fierce, determined, immortalized in that unstoppable run that had conquered England.

Beneath it, the words glared out in proud defiance:

"NEVER DOUBT US AGAIN."

The players on the bus pointed, laughed, shouted, soaking it all in. Mahrez shook his head, smiling wide. "Look at that, wallah, they've turned us into superheroes."

Kanté chuckled softly beside him. "You deserve it, my friend."

Vardy just leaned over the railing, grinning like a kid. "They even got my hairline right this time!"

But the one that stopped Tristan cold was painted on the side of The Royal Oak, the pub he used to pass every day walking to training as a kid. The whole wall was blue.

On the left: a young boy — maybe eight years old — wearing an oversized Leicester kit, sleeves past his elbows, smiling shyly at the camera.

On the right: the same boy ten years later, older now, holding the FA Cup under the golden lights of Wembley.

Underneath, written in elegant, hand-painted script:

"From One Promise… To Four Miracles."

The bus slowed as fans erupted below, everyone chanting his name. Phones were up, flashes everywhere. Tristan didn't move for a moment — just stared, frozen between memory and disbelief.

A fan from the crowd tossed a scarf up toward him. It landed perfectly in his hands.

He looked down. White letters on royal blue. One simple word:

"GOAT."

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Finally we are done with this season and the era of Leicester in this story.

The next chapter or two will be about Tristan and setting up the story for him to leave Leicester.

Things like Mendes, new sponsorships, new shoes, his net worth, the impact of this season, that kind of stuff and than setting up England for the Euros.

You guys have no idea how happy I am to be done with Leicester.

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