Well no, my Saturday didn't start at 5:30pm. I'd already had a good day with the family by then. Come 5:30, I sat down to watch the football with my daughter. I don't generally care who wins the FA cup - the last one I remember caring was when Wigan played, I supported them, being the underdogs. On Saturday I wanted Utd to win, so it wasn't a case of watching a team I don't like. They're not the world beaters they once were, so I don't mind seeing them win a cup. Someone has to win it.Really ! I had a cracking weekend.
Your Saturday , watching a team you don't like beating a team you like even less.
Well no, not really. I'd love to get to the final - that's the good bit, winning the games to get there etc. And it is a good achievement to get to the final, I'm not knocking you for that. But losing it is shitty, even if you are the underdogs. Before the game you have the dream, the hope. It could happen. Obviously I'd rather your dream was squished while I laughed and cheered, rather than the other way around.Surly most Brighton fans would love to lose in a cup final than watch palace lose in one ?
Put it this way - one set of fans were crying and the final whistle, the other set were laughing and cheering. Which was which?