Such is the nature of football that Leicester’s miraculous title win of 2015/16 feels of a different era.
Nobody who experienced it will ever forget what the Foxes achieved that season and while N’Golo Kante’s industry and Riyad Mahrez’s brilliance were key, it’s Jamie Vardy who will forever be the unlikely Hollywood heartthrob of it all.
Never in football have I seen such a relatable working class hero.
During those fantastical days, the ‘Vardy party’ chant became part of popular culture, as did the catchphrase ‘chat s**t, get banged’.
And the thing is, while all that hullabaloo has now died down outside of Leicester, he’s still an inspiration to millions today.
Vardy’s goal against West Brom at the weekend, a controlled volley over the shoulder, was his second Goal of the Season contender this season.
The first came against Spurs at the King Power; a superbly cushioned outside-of-the-boot volley over Hugo Lloris.
In both instances he showed a mastery of technique I expect from the Dimitar Berbatovs and Dennis Bergkamps of this world.
Vardy is so much more than just a speed merchant.
His spacial awareness, of where he is in relation to the goal, is up there with the best strikers in the league.
And his predatory instincts, movement and anticipation in the box make him a great poacher as well.
Then there’s his relentless hounding down of defenders, the niggles, his willingness to stand up and be counted every second of every game.
Since the start of the 2015/16 season, he’s scored 51 goals in 100 Premier League games.
Let’s not forget he signed for Leicester from non-league Fleetwood Town.
His meteoric rise from non-league prankster to record-breaking Premier League champion reached a peak when the party climaxed in 2016.
But the fact he’s carried on scoring goals, long after the hangover has evaporated, affirms that his legacy stretches beyond one phenomenal season.
He’s a proven Premier League goalscorer and a beacon of hope for every non-league player, Sunday league player, and fan.
Vardy is all of us in our back gardens, living out the dream and loving every second of it.
Even more than that, he’s a character.
From punching himself in the head as a punishment for a missed chance, to celebrating in front of opposition fans, to sipping port out of a Lucozade bottle the night before a game.
The Premier League would be so much worse off without Vardy, both in terms of quality and entertainment.
What a hero, what a bloody hero.