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For fans of miracles, we are at this moment still one point ahead of where Leicester City were at the equivalent stage in 2015 when they went on to pull off the greatest ever escape. It was in the thirtieth game that the Foxes began their charge, and so there can be no more fitting opposition to visit the Hawthorns this Saturday. When we lift the Premier League trophy next May - after Salomon Rondon's forty-goal haul for the season, Gareth Barry's surprise triumph at the Ballon d'Or and Alan Pardew's long-awaited Nobel Prize - we could well look back on this weekend as the point when it all began.

For fans of objective reality, it's all a little less rosy. But who cares about reality at this stage? The team are determined to go down with a whimper, but as fans, I'd like us to go out the way we first came to this league: taking every blow on the chin and laughing all the way to the pub afterward. Whatever happens on the pitch, they can't take that away from us.