Another German goalkeeper in a flap at Bournemouth and another night when it seemed entirely possible that the most romantic story in all sports will end with a devastating anti-climax.
The more games there are like this, and the longer this hangover goes on, the more likely it seems that Leicester City will wake up rubbing their head in the Championship and wondering where they left their trousers.
A side that cantered through a season of tremendous achievement are now so frail that they followed a win against Manchester City by wilting here, offering precious little in attack and almost as little at the back.