Can’t help being extremely nervous and half expecting it to all go wrong tomorrow.
Forget form, forget what’s riding on it (for both sides), forget defensive and attacking stats, player availability and all the rest of it.
This is what being born in the mid-80s and growing up as a Blue in the 90s does to you - treble winners, three titles on the bounce, and still sitting down in front of every big game with the pessimistic expectation that we (possibly with a ref’s help) are going to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Spuds will probably come out and play like prime Real Madrid tomorrow after rolling over so many times this season.
Keep reminding myself that as we got relegated under Ball and then watching us go down again despite the 5-2 at Stoke, that never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined we’d be sitting here as treble winners, and that coming second to an admittedly very good Arsenal side would not necessarily be a failure.
And yet - has to be three wins now (including the cup final.) Nothing else will do.
Can’t stand it!