If we’d have won, there’d definitely be a few more ‘punched me in the face’ recalls. Walking from the red zone towards the blue zone steps after the game, I intuitively took my Albion hat off.
Posted in my brain as ‘we lost the final on penalties’. It was a proper, close, tense affair. Couldn’t see the City game as conjuring the same feelings. It may even provide the fillip to seal a place in Europe.
What a travesty. I suppose you get big bucks for hanging on to a game by your finger nails, putting away your scraps and having a referee who plays to your tune.