Yes it's odd. I thought I was over it within two or three hours. Just thought, fairly stoically, “Oh well, shit happens.”
Next morning, woke up and realised that I was more annoyed than I'd been the day before. And I thought, “Well actually, that shit didn't have to happen!” And so on since then. Never had that delayed reaction with a result before.
If we'd beaten a couple of Championship teams on the way and, say, a bottom-of-the-table PL team, and a League One team, that would be one thing (yes, we did meet Luton). But Jesus, we beat Newcastle, Spurs and Chelsea on the way, only to turn in that wet blanket of a performance. Why bother to do it, in that case? Just go out in the third round, and give yourselves a serious chance of not being worn out by the time you get to the business end of the Champions League (and the more I think about it, the more that Bernardo penalty looks like the gesture of a deeply tired man — mentally tired even more than physically tired).
Still pleased and amazed about us being champions. But no, still annoyed about that nothing first forty-five minutes at Wembley (and I wasn't even there, unlike the thousands who paid serious money and made the trek down and back!).
The one doesn't exclude the other.