We'll Always Have Our Day

Well then, where to begin, after that glorious 9 days?  It all went ever so swimmingly, the timing perfect every which way.  From the distilleries to the summits to the standard London classics that you treasure so much.

All leading up to the main event.  It was always going to be a stretch, especially against arch and difficult rivals.  But as that Sol Campbell video so beautifully put it - enjoy the occasion, make it a memorable game, but (whisper) win the game!  

And win we did.  The ticket from le taxi, confirmed within the walls of Tintern Abbey, setting up a potentially hilarious 5 year return in 2022.  The Sampson Cuts' haircut and shave.  The Away Boyz boat cruise to Woolwich on the Thames, under the famous bridges, singing at the tourists.  The walk down Wembley Way, the sorting out of our tickets together in row 24 of the upper tier, which seems a lucky one, right down to the Ramsay winner.  What a 129 seconds in between goals.  The relief at the end after the agony of clock checking throughout.  A win for the ages, worth every penny and such a better story than a Chelski double.  Some days we'll curse our play, some days we'll walk down Wembley Way indeed!  Quite the conclusion to the footballing season.

5 years since the Indy 500, which I'm watching on the final leg of the trip.  Where will things stand another 5 years hence?  Next year or two should go a long way to figuring that out...  Home again.  Now for the official start of summer!