By the time the third goal went in, the Leicester fans had seen enough. Only half an hour was on the clock but off they trudged, up from their seats, and down into to the concourse. Anywhere but here. Anything but watching this.
Those sat closest to the Brentford supporters waved them goodbye as they went to the tune of 'Cheerio, cheerio' from the jubilant travellers.
Those that stayed turned their voices on everything in front of them.
'You're not fit to wear the shirt,' they chanted to the players. 'Sack the board,' they called to those in the directors' box.