In the narrow streets around Turf Moor, they still can’t quite let go. There’s still the Royal Dyche pub, with the sign above its door depicting the man in question in breastplate and monarchical pose as he stares into the middle distance.
Still Royal Dyche lager selling inside, with 5p from every pint going to charity. Still the words ‘Sean Dyche’s claret and blue army’ at the bar and a Maxwel Cornet scarf pinned up on the way to the door, even though he’s at West Ham now. Still the Dychian creed emblazoned on the programme sellers’ huts outside on Yorkshire Street: ‘Legs, hearts and minds.