You can write "Leicester City are Premier League champions" 100 times, like Bart Simpson on his detention chalkboard, but it still won't sink in.
At the beginning of the season, the bookies deemed Elvis Presley twice as likely to still be alive as Leicester finishing top. That's how brilliantly bonkers -- and for the brave few who bet, lucrative -- the feat is.
Twelve months on, and the only King that's trending is the King Power Stadium, which will now be buzzing for the last home game of the season against Everton on Saturday.
It by no means takes the edge off Leicester's scarcely fathomable achievement or the wild celebrations to come that the title was won without kicking a ball. Chelsea's dramatic 2-2 comeback draw with second-placed Tottenham Hotspur simply turns the Toffees' visit into a Premier League parade, thankfully devoid of jitters.
Even sacked boss Nigel Pearson might make a cameo, although having masterminded an improbable relegation escape last season and openly taken credit for City's promising start this season, he has now quietly buried his head in the sand ... much like an ostrich.
There's absolutely no denying Pearson paved solid foundations, much like Claudio Ranieri did for Jose Mourinho at Chelsea in 2003-04, but there's one standout hero and he's a Roman warrior. It's been a Herculean effort by genial Ranieri, who many, including Foxes legend Gary Lineker, didn't think would last until Christmas following his surprise appointment in the summer.
Having been axed as Greece coach after a humiliating loss to the Faroe Islands, the 64-year-old was deemed old school and old news, or so we thought. His own rise to his first-ever top-flight title is just as incredible as Leicester's own, and in a delightful twist, he'll now get a guard of honour at Chelsea on the final game of the season.
Ranieri was actually one of the last to know City had clinched the title since he was on a flight back from Italy, having promised his 96-year-old mother a lunch date after Leicester's steely 1-1 draw at Manchester United. It's just one further example of what makes him so likeable. He's a humble family man and there's probably not a football fan on the planet who wouldn't wish to adopt him as their grandpa.
Yet his wacky, affable demeanour -- complete with promises of pizza for clean sheets and rallying calls such as "dilly ding, dilly dong!" -- isn't why Leicester finished top, nor is it necessarily reflective of his personality behind closed doors.
Ranieri himself has often hinted he has an iron fist, while his captain at Chelsea, Marcel Desailly, said Ranieri is a tough coach who can leave you trudging out of his office feeling crushed. The sterner, no-nonsense side of Ranieri has clearly rubbed off on the Foxes, who have developed an Atletico Madrid-like resilience at the back in the second half of this season. The partnership of Robert Huth and Wes Morgan has led to 11 Premier League clean sheets since January.
N'Golo Kante, meanwhile, has looked comfortable marking entire midfields since the moment he joined. In hindsight, it's farcical that so much time was spent bemoaning Esteban Cambiasso's offseason departure to Olympiakos. Kante and Danny Drinkwater have proven to be two of the best midfield destroyers not just in the Premier League but across any of Europe's top leagues.
Ranieri came with an unwanted reputation as "the Tinkerman," but he has proved to be more of a "Thinkerman". He has subtly tweaked Pearson's troops, changing from 5-3-2 to 4-4-2 and encouraging a fearless brand of counter-attacking, possession-less football. One of his most significant moves was to cull Ritchie de Laet and Jeffrey Schlupp from a once-leaky defence. Disciplined wing-backs Simpson and Christian Fuchs have had a considerable, if often unsung, impact.
At the other end, there was the decision to allow Riyad Mahrez to roam free and sometimes float into the false-nine role. This led to 17 goals, 11 assists and resulted in the Algerian scooping up the PFA Player of the Year award.
Then there's Jamie Vardy, a Hollywood writer's dream and the first Leicester player to score 20-plus top-flight goals since Lineker in 1984-85. Pearson preferred to field last season's top scorer Leonardo Ulloa through the centre; had he realised Vardy would be more effective there, the Foxes might have even won the Premier League last season!
Given Mahrez (Le Havre) and Kante (Caen) were plying their trade in Ligue 2 just a couple of seasons ago, and Vardy arrived from non-league Fleetwood Town, we have truly witnessed David defeating not just one but multiple Goliaths: five, to be precise, and that, with all due respect, doesn't even factor in Leicester's closest rival Spurs.
It would be easy to summarise this season as one of colossal screw-ups by defending champions Chelsea, Arsenal, Liverpool, Manchester United and Manchester City, especially if the Foxes become Premier League champions with the lowest-ever tally. Yet plucky Leicester still currently boast more points than every major European team -- except for Barcelona, Atletico Madrid, Real Madrid, Bayern Munich, Juventus and Paris Saint-Germain.
The fact Leicester are even being mentioned in the same breath as those giants is crazy, and they could now meet some of them in next season's Champions League.
A lot of talk will centre around the club's speedy rise from League One to their maiden top-flight title under their outstanding, sage and loyal Thai owners.
Longer-standing fans, though, will remember many other rock bottoms. The truth is Leicester were seemingly put on this planet 132 years ago to complete other teams' happy endings. They were Division One runners-up to Sheffield Wednesday in 1928-29, failed to win four FA Cup finals (1949, 1961, 1963, 1969), suffered as much playoff heartache as success, and even after Martin O'Neill guided them to Premier League stability and two League Cups (1997 and 2000), City still continued to catalyse other fairy tales.
In March 2001, they were victims of one of the most eyebrow-raising FA Cup upsets as League One Wycombe won 2-1 at Peter Taylor's then-high-flying Foxes thanks to a last-gasp winner from Roy Essandoh (his name still has Voldemort connotations in Leicestershire). Three years later, the Foxes also lost 2-1 to Arsenal, despite taking the lead, on the last day of the 2003-04 season as Arsenal's so-called Invincibles won the Premier League without losing a game.
Now, City have truly stolen the limelight and arguably supplanted the domestic achievements of Brian Clough, who won top-flight titles with Derby (1971-72) and Nottingham Forest (1977-78). Clough only had to supplant Leeds and Liverpool. He also lost eight times with Derby, and despite playing 42 matches, finished with just 58 points. If that season was stopped on 38 games like the Premier League, and wins counted for three points and not two, the Rams would have a paltry tally of 73.
Six years later, Clough's Forest lost only three times (the same number as Leicester thus far), but they drew 14 and ended with 64 points. Using the same formula, this converts to a slightly more eye-catching 83, but that's still enough to win just one of the past 10 Premier League trophies (2010-11, when Manchester United finished with 80 points).
In fairness, Leicester would need to win their final two games to equal that tally and may not even cross the 80-point barrier. Yet let's not forget the Foxes are up against multiple mega-million-pound Goliaths, so to steal a phrase from Clough himself: I wouldn't call Leicester winning the Premier League football's finest domestic achievement, but it's in the top one.