Mason Mount teed up the shot and hit it perfectly. The end full of Chelsea fans had the clearest view and they could see, it was heading goal-wards. There were 87 minutes on the clock and Leicester’s heart was surely about to be broken. The one hand they had on the FA Cup was about to be forcibly removed.
Then, from a standing start, a huge blur of yellow flung himself across the goal. It was Kasper Schmeichel, invoking the spirt of Jim Montgomery, 1973, underdogs, Sunderland and all that. Somehow, despite the power of the strike, Schmeichel, whose father Peter won this trophy three times, was able to stick out one of those giant hands, connect and deflect it wide.