I refuse to let the negatives ruin what will live with me forevermore as one of my best football experiences.
We dominated this game for large stretches and made Arsenal look ordinary despite the array of talent on show for the hosts.
Nick Barmby scored on 13 minutes and I found myself rolling around the on the floor of the disabled balcony in the away section in sheer joy shouting, “Just when we say “can it get any better?” then it bloody well does!” Drink had been taken I admit, but it just goes to show what a mad twelve months it has really been for us Tigers fans.
We held on in some comfort and had it not been for the cretinously incompetent dweeb that is Mike Riley, we would have won this game.
How he allowed Arsenal’s winner just defies belief and goes to prove the big Clubs always get the decisions. We were laughing by the end, such was his one eyeness but nothing, but nothing was going to ruin such a magical night.
We went out, gave it a right good go and partook in an exciting game in which only luck, and a fantastic flying save from a Geo free kick denied us a place at Wembley.
I loved every single minute, it was a joy and a privilege to be there with my home town team mixing it with Europe’s best in an incredible stadium.
Which makes what happened between Brian Horton and Cesc Fabregas all the more hard to take.
Horton is Mr. Football having seen and done it all. Mr. Fabregas, if it is proved that he spat at City’s Assistant Manager, is the epitome of the decadent, spoilt nature of a small minority of top pros who believe, and are often told that their puerile behaviour is never wrong.
“I categorically deny that I spat at anybody after the match. I have never done this in my whole career on the pitch, so why would I do it when I am not even playing?"
So what’s all this about then eh, Cesc?
Hull City: Myhill, Ricketts, Gardner, Zayatte, Dawson, Ashbee (Hughes 46), Barmby (France 76), Geovanni, Fagan, Manucho, Halmosi (Mendy 67).
Subs Not Used: Duke, Garcia, Folan, Featherstone.