Crystal Palace (N) | FA Cup Final | Post Match Thread

Yes, that's pretty much my take on it. We deserved to win (never been a fan of the theory that the side that managed to scrape a win by hanging on after getting battered for most of the match were "deserved winners"), but hey ho.

TBH I would have rather we had played the second string and saved the team for the two final matches, especially after the Villa and Chelsea results. Getting into the CL is far more important to the club going forward than winning the FA Cup, especially from a financial point of view.
Fair dos. Though I would argue that you deserve to win if you do what’s necessary…

They did.

However, that handball non-red was the thing that actually spoiled the result…
 
The fucking cheek of know alls!

You "assume" and think "maybe" to back up your spurious argument.

On today's showing, Marmoush has more bottle in his little finger than that walking football paced lump has in his entire body.
Neither spurious nor in need of defence. Your entire premise is a massive assumption, know nowt!
 
One thing the Club have got right this season is not renewing KDB's contract, it's painful watching him pass to a Palace player 2 yards away, CLUB LEGEND and loved by the fans and the right time to move on
Bit like watching Ali being beaten by Berbick or Andy Murray losing to unranked players ,Gone on too long and spoiled his legacy
 
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!
 
And this does seem to be an issue and has been — it seems sometimes like we are playing to a formula instead of playing to win. I get that hoofball is crude and ugly. But when you’ve got EH — so dangerous when marauding for a loose ball even against two converging CBs — it feels like we should be leveraging that.
I don't really buy into that. Nothing's going to convince me that if we hadn't been hit so badly with injuries we would have been in contention for everything again.

It's always going to be tough no matter what system you play when the other lot throw 10 men behind the ball. You'll win most but you're going to get hit on the break and lose a few along the way. I wish we would put the ball in more often but then we're likely to get hit on the break more often. Teams are used to the way we play now and I think just tweaking it with fresh faces now and again it's all that going to change it.

I do wish we wouldn't drag everybody back when we're defending though, especially a set piece or a corner. Seems we rarely get to hit the other team on a break and we're capable of doing so much damage when we do.
 
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4 guilt edge chances that should have gone in the net - wasted. Also a shocking penalty miss.
Sure the non-sending off has me scratching my head but really.
YOU HAVE TO SCORE TO WIN.
I doubt we'd have scored if we'd played all night.
 
4 guilt edge chances that should have gone in the net - wasted. Also a shocking penalty miss.
Sure the non-sending off has me scratching my head but really.
YOU HAVE TO SCORE TO WIN.
I doubt we'd have scored if we'd played all night.
Now drowning my sorrows in a KFC 6 piece bargin bucket at Oxford services.
 
We were the better team but just needed that goal
Come on mate, we were slow, ponderous and incredibly wasteful and failed to pull the trigger again at the right time over and over again. They had 1 chance in that first half and put it away. Yes, we had more chances and more possession but if I was playing against us I’d let us have that too because we continue to do absolutely fuck all with it.
 
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!
I’m sat in the one at Hanger Lane loads of rags in here for the women’s final tomorrow ffs, got sticky toffee pudding and retreated to my room mate
 
Teams do seem to have got it of to a fine art, this master tactic of packing the area and hoping for the big boot up field ,and with a bit of luck ,a worldy or a cock from us,jobs a good 'un.They do not seem to be quite negative with other teams.
I know it's not for me to solve ,but how do we counter it? There is no space so pace is almost irrelevant ,and just waiting for us to produce the proverbial "moment of magic "is tempting providence .
 
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!
What Pizza did you get?
 

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