I know there hasn’t been a lot of the Bard in recent months, but this particular Satday, as any fule kno, is a bit of special day.
And it’s probably fair to say TLF has been the one with the marble heart in the last couple of weeks. Cross about league defeats, cross about lack of Wemberlee tickets.
It took two parcels yesterday to make Grumpy TLF realise that she owes Lesta City, Mr TLF and probably a few work colleagues an apology.
Exhibit 1
FA Cup Programme. Bit shinier and a tad more expensive than last time we were there
Exhibit 2
Unexpected gift from the club. We’ve decided against utilising the face paint
My team are in an FA Cup Final.
For the first time in my life.
52 years!
So get rid of that bottom lip TLF.
Embrace it.
Enjoy it.
Wipe a tear at Abide with Me.
And pace the living room for 90 minutes (extra time and penalties might send me over the edge).
Win or lose. We actually bloody got there.
Counting-Wemberlee-blessings Fox
Good luck against the dark forces of Chelsea. I’ll be a Fox for a day!
It shall be known henceforth as the VARdy final.
Most enjoyable.
Congratulations to Foxes everywhere.