Tonight Tonight Tonight
It's no exaggeration to say that tonight is one of the biggest nights of my short life. The mighty Blues (that's Wycombe Wanderers of course) take on the wealthy Chelsea in the first leg of the League Cup semi-final. Win this.... and we're in the final! And in Europe!
Obviously the chances are that we'll get spanked 6-0, and the fact that the semi is over two legs has taken care of most of my hopes & dreams. Even if we beat them 2-0 tonight, there is slim chance that we'll hold on at Stamford Bridge.
But as the saying goes, 'It's a funny old game'.
Much depends, I feel, on whether our underappreciated centre back collossus Will Antwi plays.. he's currently recovering from an injury. Already Mourinho has showed his fear and cowardice by preventing our midfielder Antony Grant from playing - he's on loan from Chelsea for the season but has been instrumental in our reaching this stage. In the league he's been a bit hit & miss but has really shone in the cup games.
Elsewhere, perhaps our Argentinian midfield wizard Sergio Torres, whose heroic status far outweighs his actual acheivements so far, came on as sub on Saturday in his first game back after a lengthy injury. Perhaps he will be the man hoisted on the shoulders come 9:45pm and gracing the front pages tomorrow morning ?
At the other end, Tommy Mooney is getting on in years, but still has the class to do something special. And Jermaine Easter is most likely to poach a goal, having scored in every round so far.
I must admit i had another sleepless night last night, as i'm getting quite excited about the game now. In truth though, my hopes are restricted to two things. First, that we score a goal. Second, that the club don't use the occasion to hand out thousands of fucking air tubes. Which will not only turn the atmosphere from a ferocious cauldron of noise into clacking cacophony, but they take more effort and make less noise than putting the palms of your hands together. It also makes the stadium look like it's hosting a netball tournament.
Look at the Horror of this picture from the play-off's last season. It makes my eyes bleed.
Elsewhere on t'interweb, there's decent articles in the Independent, Times and Guardian... who all mainly highlight the needle points of the evening: firstly that Mooney's premiership career only lasted 4 minutes before Chelsea defender Marcel Desailly put him out of action for 7 months with a terrible tackle; and also that tonights ref Steve Bennett ludicrously sent off our now Assistant Manager Steve 'Brownie' Brown in our FA Cup Quarter Final in 2001..... for removing his shirt in memory of his sick son.
Fansite SMBU has a typically deranged match preview:
FORZA WYCOMBE!!
CHAIRBOYS BARMY ARMY!!!!
Obviously the chances are that we'll get spanked 6-0, and the fact that the semi is over two legs has taken care of most of my hopes & dreams. Even if we beat them 2-0 tonight, there is slim chance that we'll hold on at Stamford Bridge.
But as the saying goes, 'It's a funny old game'.
Much depends, I feel, on whether our underappreciated centre back collossus Will Antwi plays.. he's currently recovering from an injury. Already Mourinho has showed his fear and cowardice by preventing our midfielder Antony Grant from playing - he's on loan from Chelsea for the season but has been instrumental in our reaching this stage. In the league he's been a bit hit & miss but has really shone in the cup games.
Elsewhere, perhaps our Argentinian midfield wizard Sergio Torres, whose heroic status far outweighs his actual acheivements so far, came on as sub on Saturday in his first game back after a lengthy injury. Perhaps he will be the man hoisted on the shoulders come 9:45pm and gracing the front pages tomorrow morning ?
At the other end, Tommy Mooney is getting on in years, but still has the class to do something special. And Jermaine Easter is most likely to poach a goal, having scored in every round so far.
I must admit i had another sleepless night last night, as i'm getting quite excited about the game now. In truth though, my hopes are restricted to two things. First, that we score a goal. Second, that the club don't use the occasion to hand out thousands of fucking air tubes. Which will not only turn the atmosphere from a ferocious cauldron of noise into clacking cacophony, but they take more effort and make less noise than putting the palms of your hands together. It also makes the stadium look like it's hosting a netball tournament.
Look at the Horror of this picture from the play-off's last season. It makes my eyes bleed.
Elsewhere on t'interweb, there's decent articles in the Independent, Times and Guardian... who all mainly highlight the needle points of the evening: firstly that Mooney's premiership career only lasted 4 minutes before Chelsea defender Marcel Desailly put him out of action for 7 months with a terrible tackle; and also that tonights ref Steve Bennett ludicrously sent off our now Assistant Manager Steve 'Brownie' Brown in our FA Cup Quarter Final in 2001..... for removing his shirt in memory of his sick son.
Fansite SMBU has a typically deranged match preview:
We are victims of cliche, newspapers trotting out lines about Lambert's Champions League medal being sold to men who paved the driveway and how Ivor Beeks' brown coat has done more to heal racial divides in Europe than anything else. Steve Brown has been interviewed and has managed to avoid saying that referee Steve Bennett is a hulking great sex pest with a whistle where a truck driver's pride and joy should be. Even the stories about Sergio Torres peeling the eyelids off animals so that Boots could test a new range of shampoo has been revived, with the midfield icon recounting his childhood in Argentina where his peasant father used to charge tourists to draw pictures of the Belgrano in brick dust.
Meanwhile every Chelsea player is a billionaire and their urine flows upwards towards the international space station, and there is a special branch of Catholicism for each of their pretty little heads.
And while they are deified and Wycombe are patronised, there is precious little comment about how the Premiership champions use techniques such as blood spinning, a practice that would get you thrown out of the Olympic Games or the Tour de France. They march into battle with oxygen flowing through their skulls and if a wolf is sighted in the woods behind the ground tomorrow night, then it will have no chance against the eternally youthful Pensioners, as they are filled with liquid nitrogen, with NASA's finest.
We are filled with nothing more than hope and the whispers of our minds as the famous young ground hosts what can only be a disappointment, surely.
FORZA WYCOMBE!!
CHAIRBOYS BARMY ARMY!!!!
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