Do you know what I was wishing for on Monday?
I was wishing beyond all wishes to beat Millwall in the quarters finals of the FA Cup. Then to beat Brighton in the semis. And then to hammer the scum Man U in the final. Every time I thought about this it made me all tingly. Of course, all wishes can’t come true. We got Watford. It wasn’t Millwall so I was sad for a second. Then I realized I really bloody hate Watford too. Probably more than Millwall. Now I am happy. I had a dream. It didn’t come true. Now I have a better dream.
When I close my eyes the first thing I see is Kayla the Eagle tearing the wings off of Harry the Hornet. Then I see our beloved mascot battling with seagulls with only one obvious winner. Lastly, I see her swooping down over Wembley, screeching loudly as Townsend does ten step overs and crosses it to the far post. I see Mamadou powerfully heading the ball back across the goal. And I see Wilf slamming a thunder bastard right past the static De Gea for our third and winning goal. I see Roy doing a Pardew jig on the touchline. I see all our fellow Eagle fans jubilant in the stands, finally having their FA cup glory moment against the scum. And lastly I see Benteke, looking a little clueless wondering why he hasn’t scored. There has to be some normality in every dream!
I want to win the FA cup so badly it hurts. Join me in my pain my friends. For it shall be glory one day!