Unbelievable day, a day that will live in my memory for ever.One of best days of my life. Remember it vividly. Was a kid with my dad and his mates (one of whom had a page 3 stunner daughter which even pre puberty had me horny sat next to her in the cortina on way down but I digress) and just remember the walk up Wembley way the flags the smell of burgers and hotdogs the songs the trepidation when Allen scored after 2 mins thinking we could get a tonking, the elation when Benno scored, the thinking it was all over when Killer scored the OG but by then i was so proud of how we had played inwas still enjoying myself and excited then the total delirium when Houchen scored that Goal only to then have an out of body experience when Mabbut did his think after ooh arrr Lloydy tried putting that cross in that looped over Clemences head where I seem to have grown taller than my dad and was rubbing his bald head as it was looping in. Utter dream land. Then the celebrations afterwards and leaving the ground and all the sheer joyousness of fans and hours later going back in said Cortina falling asleep on my dad's mates page 3 daughters chest.
Remember all the people on bridges cheering us back on the motorway and it seemed they had come miles out to do it, and remember finally going home and my mum had made the most wonderful meal and decorations and cakes to carry the party on and her lifting me up into her arms when back. Such happy memories. Sadly now she is in advanced stages of alzhiemers and doesn't understand anything but strangely still smiles whenever the lads are on TV and stumbles go for it so somewhere in her head there must be etched that amazing day as it had such a profound impact for many of us.
I'm still more pissed off about last season being robbed at Wembley than the last minute goal on Tuesday. The Fa Cup still means the world to me for all of the above and I honestly feel we would have won it last year but for that disgraceful decision as more than a few Man City players by all accounts were still recovering from excessive partying after winning the league, which I think is why Grealish got frozen out this year.
Wow beats my experiences of that day.Dark long straight brown hair. A cracking pair of mammary glands perfectly naturally formed with no silicon. She was wearing the cup final shirt and smelt lush. Ocean coloured blue eyes. She wore levi 500 jeans and her buttocks were like a peach. I think she fell asleep before me and I may have a bit cheekily sort of snuggled up to her to get some shut eye and sort of ended up nestling my head in her cleavage area., it just seemed so comfortable looking.
Writing this I seem to have found a way to save some hard earned on blue tablets....
Christ on a fucking bike.Dark long straight brown hair. A cracking pair of mammary glands perfectly naturally formed with no silicon. She was wearing the cup final shirt and smelt lush. Ocean coloured blue eyes. She wore levi 500 jeans and her buttocks were like a peach. I think she fell asleep before me and I may have a bit cheekily sort of snuggled up to her to get some shut eye and sort of ended up nestling my head in her cleavage area., it just seemed so comfortable looking.
Writing this I seem to have found a way to save some hard earned on blue tablets....
All I took from that was ‘the smell of her burger…’One of best days of my life. Remember it vividly. Was a kid with my dad and his mates (one of whom had a page 3 stunner daughter which even pre puberty had me horny sat next to her in the cortina on way down but I digress) and just remember the walk up Wembley way the flags the smell of burgers and hotdogs the songs the trepidation when Allen scored after 2 mins thinking we could get a tonking, the elation when Benno scored, the thinking it was all over when Killer scored the OG but by then i was so proud of how we had played inwas still enjoying myself and excited then the total delirium when Houchen scored that Goal only to then have an out of body experience when Mabbut did his think after ooh arrr Lloydy tried putting that cross in that looped over Clemences head where I seem to have grown taller than my dad and was rubbing his bald head as it was looping in. Utter dream land. Then the celebrations afterwards and leaving the ground and all the sheer joyousness of fans and hours later going back in said Cortina falling asleep on my dad's mates page 3 daughters chest.
Remember all the people on bridges cheering us back on the motorway and it seemed they had come miles out to do it, and remember finally going home and my mum had made the most wonderful meal and decorations and cakes to carry the party on and her lifting me up into her arms when back. Such happy memories. Sadly now she is in advanced stages of alzhiemers and doesn't understand anything but strangely still smiles whenever the lads are on TV and stumbles go for it so somewhere in her head there must be etched that amazing day as it had such a profound impact for many of us.
I'm still more pissed off about last season being robbed at Wembley than the last minute goal on Tuesday. The Fa Cup still means the world to me for all of the above and I honestly feel we would have won it last year but for that disgraceful decision as more than a few Man City players by all accounts were still recovering from excessive partying after winning the league, which I think is why Grealish got frozen out this year.
You weren't when you wrote that.Mate I was 10 at the time!!!
Hadn't got to Rugby this time 38 years ago.
Overhead power line issue on our train and was beginning to wonder if we were going to make it to Wembley in time.
We all had to disembark from our carriages and walk track side to the front of the train to enable the train to proceed.
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