Well done. A fantastic performance, I'm sure you noticed. I had been looking forward to it all day. Half an hour before kick off the Mrs tells me we have to go and pick up something. It's not far and I think, it's doable. Turned out it was and I switched the telly on to a lot of the screen telling me to switch on the power, I looked at it and said, how the fuck can I read what you are saying without power? Anyway, as my five year old grandson wasn't in the vicinity to fix my techno troubles, I started to watch it on Hesgoals. Two Dutch commentators were getting me in the mood for shom weed and maybe shom shex later. Brilliant.
Eventually the Mrs worked out what was wrong and the bastard telly was back.
I thought you were brilliant. The bottle issues of the past in the later stages were gone and you never looked in trouble, defending like mad bastards, cool, organised. Two excellent goals and you're in the final.
Just one more game and it's yours. I hope most of you are hungover. If it was us, I would be in an alcohol induced coma. Well done City.