It's a schoolboy error...and one I have also made. Catastrophic gaffe, booked away for wife's dream trip with kids in half-term week to do Vesuvius/Sorrento/Capri etc. I swore after Wembley 83 I would never miss another really big match ever, after trekking to bloody Scarborough, Macclesfield and the like in League Two.
There are no excuses - even though they have completely changed play-off dates around from last season. I found myself yesterday trying to plot a way back to a possible play-off final on May 27 from a campsite lodge in Sorrento to Wembley and back in a day. Basically it can't be done. Wife went nuts I was even looking. I just looked miserable. It may never happen...but sometimes you just get that feeling. And this has happened before, it cost me about £400 to get back from Turkey for Bristol City.
Never mind, it'll only be Palace...biggest match in club's history...
its easy mate - " I divorce you, I divorce you, I divorce you".