The reality of what we did yesterday, and what it means has really hit home today, to be honest I am feeling quite emotional.
I can barely talk as I sang myself hoarse – and this from a fella who does not always sing at games, it usually depends who I am with, and where it is really. Self-conscious springs to mind, but sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind!
This is what we did yesterday – look at it, think about it fully and it will sink in, if it has not already?
The reality has sunk in, but the buzz is well and truly there, I am wired today but as I say emotional too.
It was something special being at Old Trafford yesterday, another of those games and occasions that you want to be able to say ‘I was there’, and one you will talk about for the rest of your life, the stories will be passed on to others also, and it also makes you proud as hell – even more so – to be a Pompey fan with fans like we have, it shows how far we have come too.
I cannot say enough how much I keep saying I feel this is our year, the luck is with us, but we are riding our luck and in all fairness I honestly think we deserved this luck yesterday as we were fantastic from the lowest point at Portsmouth Football Club right the way through to the highest – the fans!
You sometimes get this feeling it is your day, Lassana Diarra showing Cristiano Ronaldo he ‘was his daddy’ set the tone early on and we went on from that, but one really profound moment in the 2nd half was when I knew in my heart that day, and quite possibly the FA cup destiny was ours?
I am not a religious person at all, and this has not seen a new faith found, but it had been dark, raining, sleeting – or hailing I am not sure, but suddenly in the 2nd half the Sun shone bright and was beaming down on the Old Trafford pitch, so I turned to one of the fellas I was with and said ‘this is the sign, we will win today and our name is on the cup’, or words to that effect.
There were people shining down on us yesterday fellas religious or not you cannot think any differently, someone, or a collective of people wanted us to win, and they made it so.
When I got home I saw a comment from cornypomp – named that as he lives in Cornwall I think? – who sadly lost his father recently. He dedicated this game to him, and it was his father and other peoples’ fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, friends and loved ones, and of course people with Pompey connections that were shining down on us, someone wanted us to win and win we did.
Clearly whoever we play will not be easy, but on that same day seeing Chelsea crash out as well to Barnsley – who I congratulate wholeheartedly by the way – well and truly shows someone, or a collective were shining down on us?
PLAY UP POMPEY!
