I’ve been dozens of times.
I used to compete in events at Saffron Lane Velodrome. I swear I’ve still got splinters in my nether regions from battling with other young men.
You should have seen it Proton, real aggression, often skin removed and sometimes limbs broken.
Leicester was renowned as a place for ‘battling’.
It was also the scene of what for me is a memorable example of racism.
My team mate was cleaning up, winning almost every race.
A woman commented on how superb he was and asked, ‘is he in the national squad?’, to which a guy the other side of me replied (in what I refer to as a London Cabbie accent’) ‘Nah, he’s not getting in the squad he’s a <deleted> Yid’.
The racist remark was made by one of the ‘Blazers’, the people who run the sport, at that time predominantly London Masons.
Yes, I’ve been to Leicester dozens of times, on the whole my memories are happy, but not entirely so.