Me and my Dad travelled the short distance to Blackpool for a classic Saturday afternoon at the football. Fish and Chips on the seafront. 3 o'clock kick off. Beautiful sunshine. Cheap ticket prices. Not something we're used to as United fans in Manchester. Blackpool and Leicester have both been playing reasonably good football for the past couple of seasons and both hope to be at the top end of the table by the end of the season. Leicester have the best chance, with ex Premiership 'quality' such as Paul Konchesky and David 'The Difference'/'One Goal, One England Cap' Nugent and some good young players in Anthony Knockaert, Ben Marshall and Kasper Schmeichel (yes THAT Schemeichal, it's his son). The stadium itself has managed to pull off that incredibly difficult act of being a new build but still feeling like a traditional British football stadium. This is mainly thanks to it being relatively intimate and small, with open corners and being situated in the middle of terraced housing pretty close to the centre of town. The atmosphere is friendly in the most part, both sets of fans are lively but not hostile and the crowd is full of kids and families. The songs are predictable Championship fare, plenty of SLoop John B and that one that goes We'll all follow the 'X', the 'X', the 'X', woah woah woooohhhhh, woah woah wooooohhhhh, woah woah wohhhhh that every team in this league seems to have their own version of. The pitch is also in much better than knick than it was last season, a hard winter had taken it's toll on the Bloomfield Road turf with around 50% of it appearing to be sand and 40% of the rest mud (that's not even exaggeration, it was truly terrible) however now it seems to be back on it's way to looking like a large patch of grass again. The game itself was enjoyable, Blackpool took the lead after 19 minutes and comfortably bossed the first half. However half way through the second half, Leicester were coming back into it and after Konchesky converted a penalty in the 72nd minute, King scored an absolute peach from outside the area just two minutes later. The home crowd are furious, they were controlling this game and have let it slip away from them. However the home team were to be given a chance to amend for their foolishness when Schmeichal clumsily gave away a penalty in the 90th minute. Manager Paul Ince's son, Thomas, hotly tipped and linked with Liverpool, stepped up to slot the penalty cooly down the middle of the goal to leave the game all square at 2-2.