Sat in the hotel at Wembley central and just feel flat. I was going to stay at home for this one and now I obviously wished I had.
The outcome was as many of us predicted. Loads of possession, they'd score from a break then we'd face a massed defence and never really look like scoring. What can you do against that?? You need a bit of luck to fall your way but nothing did. I'm pissed off with our players shitting their pants everytime we get a penalty. Surely, surely one player is capable of hitting the net from twelve yards with a free shot??? It appears not. Fucking Haaland has turned into Robbie Fowler, the one we got at the end of his career. What a bottle merchant. He's been found out and needs to work on his game, not least penalties!
As for the ref and var, again we knew somehow they'd screw us over but nobody expected just how badly. Mind you fucking Attwell himself could have gone into the Palace goal and we probably still wouldn't have scored.
Inside the ground was a nightmare. The sun was so strong I spent most of the game watching it on the big screen behind me. Then the sun even obscured that. Also the usual bunch of pissed up selfish bellends we get at every final. All with tickets apart but deciding they're all just going to say fuck everybody else and cram themselves into a row they're not supposed to be in. Wembley might as well scrap seat numbers and just make the whole end behind the goal standing anywhere you want.
As for the Palace fans they were probably the loudest opposition fans I've heard at Wembley. They're a weird bunch though. As I was stood on Wembley high road waiting for my pizza to be sorted they trudged past looking like they'd lost. I've never seen a more subdued fanbase considering they'd just won their first ever major trophy. Also there was some weird fat cow and her mates standing near that retail outlet. She must have been late thirties/early forties, waving a Palace scarf and winding up.every City fan that went past. She'd obviously not been at the game because the trophy presentation was still going on. There's some strange cunts in this world and she was a prize one. I'm sorry the City woman's bloke pulled her away because if anybody deserved a belt that fat bitch certainly did. Scum.
Anyway I'm in my room now. I'll watch some shit telly and try and sleep so I can get the fuck out of here and home tomorrow at the earliest available opportunity. I think this might be my last Wembley final but then I said that after the rag one last year. It's probably a laugh if you're with a gang of mates but on your own it's not a lot of fun. Winning makes it bearable but losing makes you question why you do it. I'm probably too old and tired now to carry on which is often an expensive chore. We'll see, let's hope we get that champions league spot but sadly I fear we might miss out to compound a miserable season. Fuck it, CTID!