We beat the scum 2-1

What a day! From start to finish it has been an absolutely perfect day to be a Spurs supporter. I woke up this morning feeling like a 12 year old. The first thing I though about was going to Wembley and as sad as it might sound, I had nervous butterflies in my stomach. Although I tell myself it's only a game of course its far more than that!!!

9 years of living in the shadows of our London rivals but I had a good feeling about today. Bob came and picked me up at 10.00 am and to my pure delight he had bought me the latest cup final shirt which I hurriedly tore from the bag and wore with pride. God I felt good. Although I still felt tired from my illness, adrenalin and exhilaration an a canister of oxygen, helped sweep me along on a tide of emotion.

We left home at just after 10.00 I kissed Susan goodbye and she was so happy for me and she wished me the best of luck with slight concern in her face of how I was going to manage the day. Bob and I drove to Haverhill to pick up Rosemarie and John who were kind enough to drop us at the entrance to Wembley stadium so we didn't have to worry about parking. I'm glad to say from the age of 5 I have supported my beloved Spurs and it still makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up watching my idols and the whole atmosphere of Football. The seats were incredible, the view was incrediable, my feelings were incredible. It took a lot for Bob to sit with me among the Spurs fans, being an ardent Chelsea fan.

Wembley stadium is awesome, the organisation of the place is something to be proud of it made life very easy and I took my place in my wheelchair. Lets face it I would have sat on a bed pan if necessary to watch the cup final but the wheelchair was far more comfortable. A thrilling 90 minute game went into extra time and I have to admit being a bias Spurs supporter I think we honestly deserved to win the game. The old insecurities of watching Spurs were starting to haunt me thinking the times we deserved to win games but had given them away. When Jonathan Woodgate headed home Spurs second goal the Spurs end erupted, what a fantastic feeling. From that point on although there was always the niggling concern in the back of my head we went on to win the 2008 Carling Cup Final and well deserved it was. The noise of the supporters, the pure joy on all the supporters faces, including my own smug face, as I slapped Bob on the back.

The next 30 minutes were a blast from the past such a great feeling to win something again and I feel very privileged that I was able to attend this cup final. Thanks to my very dear friends at Bradnam Joinery who have gone out of their way to make life as enjoyable as it can be. Thank you all very much.

If we had of lost obviously this blog would read completely different because I would have been feeling incredible guilty for abusing Bob in every possible way I could have done. But hey today life is good.

I tried to download the video I took at the game of Spurs fans going mad and Bob standing there with a very miserable look on his face but Bob you will be glad to know I couldn't do it!!

The journey home was fine Bob got us home in no time and back home by about 8.30. As I write this blog, although tired, I feel like I did this morning, a 12 year old in a sweet shop.

Happy Birthday Ledley (he was a good omen after all)