Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be. My trip to Wembley

Chelsea Invitational

March 19th, we beat Middlesbrough to make the FA cup semi-final, 4 times in 5 years. It may as well be called the Chelsea invitational at this stage. As I had a trip planned to London, the draw was made, and we got crystal palace. It quickly made sense. I’m in London on the weekend of the semi-final. Off I went to twitter to search for tickets. Soon after I was told tickets were available, and I purchased them shoutout to you twitter Joyce. Saturday before the final, off to Paddington station I went with my brother, and I got the tickets. Lightwork.


Sunday was the day of the game, first thing I did was tap Chan out for cardio session (pause). Ok off we go to Greg’s for a quick meal, shits nice highly recommended. On the train in we are in the carriage with Crystal palace fans, what a terrific atmosphere they provided. SOUTH LONDON STAND UP. You arrive at the Wembley park station, very nervous now palace fans have convinced me Chelsea will lose today. “you’re not singing anymore” they chanted. “Conor Gallagher he’s leaving because you’re shit” was the reply. Banter was flying back and forth.


Stepping out, the station you see the Wembley arch. Excitement just builds. Making my way to Wembley now. Chelsea fans to left, palace fans to the right. Drunk, singing, nervous, excited in the London sun, oh what a feeling. Walk in grab a beer, down it, then make my way to the pitch to watch the warmups. As the line-ups come out I feel more confident, team walks out and the games underway, I’m nervous. I know my enemies want me to catch that L, fuck you Maurice.

The Game

First half underwhelming, Chelsea were probing but no creation. First half ended in a stalemate. The nerves increased, pulled up for the second half then bang RUBEN LOFTUS-CHEEK. 10 mins later MONEY MASE MOUNT. I look over at the palace fans they’re not singing, oh they’re not singing anymore.

As we leave Wembley, and the crowd sings sweet Caroline. In my head all I could hear was “many men” play in my head. Everyone wanted to see what I would tweet if we didn’t win…. I guess we’ll never know. On to the final we go. If you made it to the end of the article and didn’t like what I wrote, well charge it to the game.

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