Flew in overnight, went to a hotel in Lancaster Gate to get some sleep before the game. Made the mistake of turning on the TV and then couldn’t sleep, too wired. Went to Wembley early. Met up with family members and I’m ashamed to say was ready to leave before the goals because I was absolutely knackered and gutted. Brother pulled a face at me as if I had wet farted in his face and just shook his head. Thanks, Bro!!!
After game, went back to hotel and sat outside a pub around the corner on the main road waving and cheering with blues as they wandered by.
As Wallace would say, “A grand day out!”