Hope you don't mind me commenting on this thread as I am far from a football fan. I was born and live in the Midlands backwater of Leicester.
I am so sad the 'fairy tale' has ended in this way - the most dignified gentleman unceremoniously dumped. These were a rag tag team of losers and no hopers who became champions of England against literally all the odds. The 'band of brothers' achieved what seemed impossible in the big money game and also in the otherwise shit year that 2016 was for most other things in the world. It is hard to describe what the city was like for a few halcyon days last May. My city was the nearest I have got to the spirit of Glastonbury outside the festival - the happiness, joy, togetherness of fans and non fans. We were literally dancing in the streets.
Maybe I was living last season vicariously through my son - a real fan. People paying thousands for tickets for the Everton home match when the trophy was lifted. I said to him, you are about to go to the best gig on the planet - he said no way would he give up his season ticket for the money that day - priceless - something he can remember for the rest of his life - I cannot begin to understand what this achievement meant to a true LCFC fan who never believed this would/could never happen for their 'little club'.
It now feels like the Monday after Glastonbury - party's over, back to reality - normal service is resumed. Very sad.