Which is where we came in, and when we “cardiff city in the fa cup final!” we tell each start on the thursday and last until the end of
go out. rhydian’s ready to leave – possibly other (and rhydian, who is far too polite to the following month. and now….
already thinking of that route march back to answer) again and again and again..
harlesden – so we head for the exit just as “cardiff city in the fa cup final!” rhydian
Jeff beck launches into Silver lining. (oh yes! A couple of refl ective drinks (and lemonades), returns to his nintendo.
oh yes!) as we savour the relief, as well as the elation.
if we hadn’t got through this time, would we the m4 had been white on the way up, it’s blue
Somehow we end up outside in the middle ever, ever have had a better chance? and then on the way back, a crazy carnival of cardiff
of all the barnsley fans. Just the two of us it’s time to go. city cars hooting in unison as we wait at the
wearing blue, awash in a sea of red. they toll gates after the Severn crossing. back in
couldn’t be nicer. Why can’t football always be “nice to see you,” says the landlord. “don’t cardiff just in time to miss last orders, but
like this? i’m sure it was once. come here in may, though. portsmouth were then again you can’t have everything, and
in yesterday and they’ve booked the pub for a anyway, rhydian is ready for bed.
“Well done, boys. hope you go on to win it,” thousand.”
and they shake our hands. my wife meets us in the hallway as we open
back into the limo then, back out towards the the door.
“unlucky lads. hope you stay up.” and i do, i motorway, the illuminated arch arcing above
do, as long as we don’t implode horribly and our lucky ground over to our right, and just “cardiff city in the fa cup final!” she says.
go down instead. the odd more refl ective drink more for some
of us. the older travellers talking about how rhydian sighs.
We’re the fi rst to arrive back at the pub, and huge the fa cup final was in our own younger
the others gradually stagger in, shaking their days, when it was just about the only live game “don’t you start.”
heads, hugging each other, as if we were all we ever saw, the two teams who got there
bewildered survivors of some long, long battle. guaranteed massive exposure in those endless
Which in a way, i suppose, we are. cup final day programmes that seemed to
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