I've never known a Wembley week like this before. Very few flags in windows, same with ribbons on car aerials. No mention of how many tickets we have sold (which is probably a bad sign), and expectation at an all time low. We certainly need a moral boost.
No ribbons on car aerials? That may be down to the fact that not many cars have aerials these days. Nevertheless, I get your point, even this forum is surprisinhly quiet wrt to the final. Back in 1974, the whole town centre appeared to be dressed in P&B - today it's only a handful of locally owned shops. I'm just hoping to see more enthusiasm and more P&B on the journey down on Saturday.
No one is daring to dream, no one wants to let down the defences and suffer the seemingly inevitable pain of defeat.
Everyone is trying to play it cool. "We won't win". "It's the GF that matters". "We've had it without Austin". But come kick off time the little flame of hope and belief that we all have will flicker into life, but for how long?
Wires have let me down on plenty of occasions, but they've also surprised me often too, producing performances and results that defied logic, form and the skills of those in the P&B.
Predictably unpredictable, ragged, down but not out and with nothing to lose on the greatest stage of all. I smell blood.
No one is daring to dream, no one wants to let down the defences and suffer the seemingly inevitable pain of defeat.
Everyone is trying to play it cool. "We won't win". "It's the GF that matters". "We've had it without Austin". But come kick off time the little flame of hope and belief that we all have will flicker into life, but for how long?
Wires have let me down on plenty of occasions, but they've also surprised me often too, producing performances and results that defied logic, form and the skills of those in the P&B.
Predictably unpredictable, ragged, down but not out and with nothing to lose on the greatest stage of all. I smell blood.
No one is daring to dream, no one wants to let down the defences and suffer the seemingly inevitable pain of defeat.
Everyone is trying to play it cool. "We won't win". "It's the GF that matters". "We've had it without Austin". But come kick off time the little flame of hope and belief that we all have will flicker into life, but for how long?
Wires have let me down on plenty of occasions, but they've also surprised me often too, producing performances and results that defied logic, form and the skills of those in the P&B.
Predictably unpredictable, ragged, down but not out and with nothing to lose on the greatest stage of all. I smell blood.
I reckon I am a bit saturated and non plussed about Wembley this time, just wanting it over with, hopefully positively, but wanting to move on into the GF play offs.
Last year the coach journey was awful as Euston was closed, and there was an accident on the M1 going down. Then all the coaches stopped at the same services resulting in chaos and queues for the gents of 100m long. I said I would never coach it again after that, but just as the inkling was twitching a health flare up means I cannot go anyway.
Believe Euston is open this year, so hope you all get a good journey.
No one is daring to dream, no one wants to let down the defences and suffer the seemingly inevitable pain of defeat.
Everyone is trying to play it cool. "We won't win". "It's the GF that matters". "We've had it without Austin". But come kick off time the little flame of hope and belief that we all have will flicker into life, but for how long?
Wires have let me down on plenty of occasions, but they've also surprised me often too, producing performances and results that defied logic, form and the skills of those in the P&B.
Predictably unpredictable, ragged, down but not out and with nothing to lose on the greatest stage of all. I smell blood.