what a day up very early well about 5 actually as i couldnt sleep(like a kid at crimbo) jumped on the coach at about 7am,straight run (no stopping)to god knows where,went to a pub called the pleasure boat which was about a 20 minute walk to wembley,went and had a mcdonalds then of to the ground,had seats on the bottom tier near the corner flag 16 rows up from the pitch,watched cardiff win sang my heart out (lost my voice today) then back to the pub sank a couple and back on the coach and in my house about 12.30pm totally shattered,and yes at the final whistle i had a tear in my eye
a little bird told me(well saj really) that a certain gooner was there

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cant wait now for the final mrs says if i want to go i better start saving so it looks like ill have to give up the weed
heres 2 pics
my daughter on the way into the stadium

and me with a big stupid grin on my face that has remained even today