Quite a good day in the end.
It started with me being absolutely frozen at my son’s tennis & golf lesson. It was freezing. Cold wind from the north. It was dull and overcast – not like a usual cup final day. There was no build up to the game anywhere – not on tv or over the airwaves. No-one felt like it meant anything important. Really – it was weird. Just a couple of text messages asking if it would be the Green Man or Wetherspoons to meet up. I hav all 6 tkts for my group.
We met in Wetherspoons. Quite a subdued atmosphere, but 5 pints each by the time we walked to the ground at 4.15. You can see the scousers – they stand out from the rest of us. They all look dishevelled and rough. They need not wear colours. In to the ground via entrance J and another pint was grabbed before the National Anthem. We then heard the scousers booing all the way thru’ it. Yep, the scousers boo our own National Anthem. Utter scum.
Still not much an atmosphere, I’d say. It was weird. We’d already decided we’d shoot off at the final whistle, no matter what happened. After all, we keep winning the FA cup so it doesn’t count for much anymore. It’s getting repetitive.
Kick off. Off we go. Scousers look shit. Then Ramires scored an excellent goal fairly early. The scousers weren’t even at the game, from what I was watching. Both teams didn’t seem to be too bothered about the game.
Another pint at half time. I was fairly full.
The 2nd half started. The Drog soon scored our 2nd. I thought we’d run away with it without much effort. Then Dalglish immediately brought on that big pony-tailed oaf who got an early chance after another Bosingwa mistake. Terry didn’t know which way to turn as the ball was hammered in to the net over Cech. 2-1.
The scousers now had belief. They came alive and we just defended again. What we thought was a 2nd goal for them from our end was waved on as not crossing the line (confirmed when I got home last night to see the replays). Let off the hook, although a good save by Cech. The game continued. Dowd finally blew the whistle – another FA Cup.
We ended up statung in the ground for another 15-20 minutes while the celebrations were going on. Then, after waving at the hoards of scousers waiting for their trains at wembley stadium station we went back to Wetherspoons for a sign song and another 3 pints. I was pissed. Home at 11pm. Ate some leftover dinner that the kids hadn’t finished. I wished I’d eaten before the game!
That’s 4 of the last 6 FA Cups we’ve won. It really is getting boring. I am going to suggest to the club that we withdraw from the next half a dozen competitions, just to give others a chance. It can’t seem fair that we take the cup home, year in, year out.
Up the Chels’.