We're about to embark on the greatest fortnight of football in the clubs history. Two huge finals, beamed all over the world, dining at the very top table.
30,000+ blues travelling down to Wembley and 25,000+ travelling to Istanbul, having the time of our fucking lives. The envy of every single opposition supporter in England.
Yet, some on here are hand-wringing about coming away from Brighton & Brentford with less than emphatic wins. Worried about "momentum". Flapping about "undercooked" players. Bitching about Peps squad management.
Well, get to fuck. When you get there, get to fuck some more.
Enjoy the fucking sunshine, drink it in....because we were in the shade for fucking decades.
Up the fucking mighty Blues.