Evening all. The "games over the busy festive period" are go!

That was decent from Bournemouth, who didn't create much but had by far the better of the play; they go eights, while Leicester, who were pants, stay 14th.

Thanks for your company, night-night.

Full-time: Bournemouth 1-0 Leicester

Smith bursts into the box down its left-hand side and contemplated charging towards goal, deciding instead to check, pass it back, and that's that!

Jack Wilshere is now playing up front.

Callum Wilson has hurt himself, so is replaced by Tyrone Mings.

There shall be three added minutes.

This is an astounding miss! And an astounding save! Musa goes down the left, hits the line, and chips over a cross that Vardy touches down for Ochoa. He's certain he's scored, even before he drives low and hard inside the near post, only for Boruc to collapse upon it and beat clear. Slow-motion does not do that intervention justice.

In the parlance of our time, LOL @ Arsenal. They now trail Everton 2-1, for whom Ashley Williams has scored.

Hernandez nips a ball into Mahrez, who steps over, and suddenly Okazai is bursting through on goal! He draws back his boot, imparts laces to sphere, and out of nowhere, Cook slides in to effect a magnificent block! That might just seal the points for the Arsenic Cherries.

Bournemouth looking likelier now, Smith snapping a lovely crossfield square ball to Pugh, who takes a touch; Morgan can't get out, and Pugh can't quite get the draw on his attempted curler.

Daniels whacks a crossfield ball straight to Musa, who runs it into touch. Everyone laughs.

Bournemouth break, so Morgan hauls down Wilshere and is booked.

Mahrez finds space on the right and drives a low shot that Boruc turns behind. The corner is a good one, too, Morgan poised to head home before Cook's crucial intervention.

Last throw from Ranieri: Ulloa replaces Huth. I'm vaguely surprised Leicester haven't taken a full-back off, given the threat Huth poses from set-plays.

Cook tangles himself up in Vardy 40 yards from goal, conceding a free-kick; Fuchs slams it miles from anywhere and over the by-line. Wes Morgan slaps his thigh in frustration.

Incidentally - well not incidentally actually, pertinently - Bournemouth go 7th if they win.

Change for Bournemouth: King is replaced by Gosling. Or, as Ron Atkinson would say, "what we have we hold".

Mahrez races onto a loose ball and bounces it into his stride, basketball-style. This time, the ref notices.

Okazaki catches Wilshere trying to flick the ball over him and bounces it down, basketball-style. The ref doesn't notice, though, and he streaks away with three men around them, deciding to use none and whack a shot wide. That was a waste.

Leicester win their eight corner of the night, drilled over by Mahrez for Huth at the back post. And he's pulled off Francis too, but sees the ball late and stoops to head wide.