I intend to recreate the wembley experience here at home by using tenners to BBQ a piece of cardboard, then nipping in to use the loo with 15 mins to go. I shall form a queue using old jackets stuffed with newspapers, piss down my leg then burst back outside just in time for the trophy lift.
I'll then run six miles to a train station before standing in a confined space arguing with some pissed fucker that they have my seat.
I may even upgrade to club wembley by using twenties instead of tenners.