Tottenham Hotspurs 0-0 United
1-4 win on penalties after extra timeCarling Cup Final 2009 at Wembley Stadium; attendance 88,217More than frisson of giddiness in going to Wembley, never been before 'cos I've never wanted to. It would be the disappointment of a long journey home after a defeat that has put me off. But if you win the Carling Cup, it's always nice to win, and if you don't you're not bothered 'cos there is the rest of the season that offers bigger prizes.

Not a great game. Second half I was thinking it's got 1-0 for one of the teams written all over it. Scaled that down to 0-0 during the extra time period. Would the penalty shoot out be at our end? It was. The eye darts around the goal keepers, the ref and the lino looking for signals of nerves and composure. It's all over very quickly, not like watching on Tv which draws out the drama with camera shots cutting between shooter and keeper.
Got a great view, plenty of leg room and litter free. But we all stood up through the match. So much for a £66 seat. At half time I was glad to take the weight off my pins. So we've taken up our position twenty minutes before kick off and watch to warm up session. Then up pops up the bloke two seats down from us at Old Trafford. It's like meeting an old friend. All we need is B & J to come on the other side and it'll be like the Stretford End. The seats remain empty. The match was five minutes old and bloody hell they do turn up. Late as usual with some excuse about wanting a burger. Only just got here two hours before the match.
The approach to Wembley is designed to funnel you from Wembley Park Station up onto a high concourse around the ground. It's the same way back but even more controlled by lines of police horses. Stop, wait, move forward in batches. After about four sets of police horses and treading in horse shit you get to the station you've been viewing for the last twenty minutes. It's all a very good natured and patient - the Brits are very good in a crowded situation.
By a miracle of good timing managed not to miss our train back to Mancland. Dragging the Biffa herself into a solid mass of bodies blocking the doors to the tube train. I learnt the techniques watching commuter travel in Italian cities, stocky lady with three bags of shopping gets thru a sea of travellers, taking out three dorky tourists on the way to the doors. Legging it out of breath to the hotel to collect our bags, dismissing the rail official who wanted to check if I was carrying alcohol onto the train, weaving our way to the face of the men checking tickets to get on the platform. There are always people in shops and at check-points who appear a little surprised that you might now have to pay or show a ticket. You can see the light bulb go on in their tiny brain followed by the fumbling for the appropriate card.
Best bits of the day: Anderson doing a little wiggle dance after scoring, stopped by the on rush of players telling him we'd won. A group of United fans singing "we also win shit cups" after the game. Making the train reservation, thus not having to buy a new ticket and getting home to watch the highlights on Tv....
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