Thinking about the 2008 Cup run, it cropped up as I went through my Dad's football memorabilia collection. Newspaper cuttings of us winning at Anfield, the amazing night at home to Chelsea. Wow, that was a fantastic memory. We went to Wembley me, mi bro and Dad. Absolutely gutted after losing. The Cup final was within reach wasn't it. Bloody hell, that Odejayi miss will haunt me forever.

However, the memory of that Cup run was superb. Mi Dad queued for hours in the freezing cold to get the Anfield tickets for me and ar kid as we were working in Daventry at the time. The famous Don Rowing fiasco wasn't it. Pyss up and brewery spring to mind.

Reading Animals story, it's crazy how much this game means to people. I'm a fanatic too and feel the same along with many others. Solace can be found following a football club. Despair obviously can too let me add but the good times when they come mean that much more.

The most gutted I've ever been watching this club was at Wembley in 2000. That was a hard one to take. So too was last May and as I mentioned, the loss to Cardiff in the semis. Losing at St James's Park in the FA Cup quarters to Newcastle in 98.


The great memories are treasured though aren't they. In my Dad's collection I also found the Chronicle supplements from Cardiff 2006, Wembley 2016 and Premiership 97. Reading through them was like going into a time capsule briefly. Stirred my memories and med me smile.


It's not just a game is it, it's a religion.