Well that was two days of the most extreme emotions.
In the run up to the kick-off I was quite calm. I was sure we would win. In fact I was sure we would win at a canter. But that wasn’t to be. No, it was like the script for a Rocky film, with us continually lifting ourselves from the floor before finally landing the knock-out blow. A triumph of spirit and heart .
I watched the game at home with a United supporting mate of mine. My little dog sitting cuddled up next to me and a beer in hand. I was even feeling well enough to partake of some nibbles the Mrs had laid out for us. I was going to pontificate on the wizardry of our play and bask in the reflected glory. Well, so I thought.
After eight minutes the dog had scurried upstairs and hidden under the bed. Assorted random articles and ornaments were flying across the room and the air was blue with choice words. Two minutes later I was just slumped in the chair with a stupid grin on my face, shaking my head in disbelief.
The wife came in, saw the desolation around the room and asked me what had happened. In a panic I told her it must have been a poltergeist, something I regret, as she want to move home now.
Now we have a free kick and Santi is standing over it. I turn to my mate and say “Don’t fucking shoot from here Santi” he replied – “Wow, there you go, back in it”
We were. I thought “Another seventy minutes to get an equalizer – no problem.” Well I suppose I was right but it was a heart-wrenching time.
Although we were on top the goal just would not come.
Ozil pulled a Gervinho and completely missed the ball on its way past him when any touch would have done.
Gibbs? Well only he know how he managed to miss.
I counted four stone wall penalties waved on by someone in black doing an impersonation of a referee.
Finally, the man who makes a habit of scoring crucial goals managed it again in rather a scruffy situation.
On then to extra time.
Aaron confirmed his legendary status and we were the 2014 FA Cup winners.
When the final whistle went there was an outpouring of joy from the fans, players and staff, such as I have never witnessed.
The consequences of us losing were frightening. Arsene said his future was not going to be determined by that one game. I think it may well have been.
The meltdown from the fans would have been simply overwhelming. I honestly think the tide would have turned too much for both him and a lot of the players to turn back. Spurred on by a blood thirsty pack of second rate journalists, unemployed experts and attention seeking bloggers, it would have been a veritable feeding frenzy for the dimwitted.
Anyway, win we did and that meant a parade with all the fun and joy that went with it. A great day was had by all.
Now we are told that the great man will be signing a three year deal.
Life just does not get any better.