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Watford 3 Wolves 2 (AET) (07/04/2019) 08/04/2019

Posted by Matt Rowson in Match reports.
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1- “I’ll tell you what”, says ig.  “It doesn’t half help that it’s not bloody Palace.  I’m enjoying it more already….”

The spectre of two miserable defeats here against Palace over the last six years have been hanging over every aspect of the group’s preparations.  An executive decision has been made to relocate to the Upper Tier for one thing.  There was a brief debate about the Railway public house but pragmatism won out on that one.  The problem clearly wasn’t the pub, it wasn’t West Hampstead which is far too convenient an assembly point to be recklessly discarded (although ig draws a line at what had been the lucky chocolate emporium of choice, a decision that delays his arrival).

There’s been a bit of twaddle on social media about our failure to sell our allocation.  There are reasons, obviously, too basic and banal to spell out, unworthy of what was to become a quite magnificent occasion to sully this report.  But when we get to Wembley Park… it’s daunting, frankly.  Difficult as it is to differentiate the colours, we are being comprehensively out-noised and seemed outnumbered by lots to one.  We’d discussed that if Wolves were happy to be here, we were past that stage.  We had to win it.  But Wolves don’t sound merely happy just to be here.

Still, to return to the beginning.  It wasn’t Palace.  Further down Wembley Way there’s an optimistic gentleman addressing a largely indifferent crowd behind a placard proclaiming “Jesus is Lord”.  We briefly consider nipping over to ask him about cheesemakers but we don’t, this is not a time for frivolity. We’re feeling positive.  But that doesn’t mean we’re not bricking it.

2- In the stadium, in our seats, having paid a fortune for unpleasant hot dogs (to be avoided next time – Ha!) Wolves are no less intimidating.  Their end fills more quickly, and their anthems make a daunting racket.  Our guys are singing behind the goal, from the top tier close to the divide above the halfway line we can see them but we can’t hear them.  ALL the Wolves fans are singing.  It’s oppressive, and it has an impact.  It feels almost insurmountable.

As an aside, and this seems as good a time as any to say it, this IS a completely different thing to the Palace games.  Winning’s going to help, obviously.  But this Wolves lot are supporting their team, noisily, boisterously.  It’s about them winning, not the other lot losing.  It’s almost as if pride in what you are doesn’t automatically need to involve hating those who are something else.  Who’d have thought?

Our first small victory comes with the visual display. Wolves’ tableau is impressive, but static.  A statement.  But it doesn’t compare to the frenzied energy of the waving of 33000 plastic flags, like insects swarming over the away end.  You can hear our lot now.  We’re fighting back.  The game hasn’t even started, obviously.  But we’re in it.

3- I wouldn’t have picked Gomes over Ben Foster.  I wouldn’t have started with Andre Gray either;  Wolves are famously strong down their spine but get-attable behind their attacking wing-backs.  That’s Gerry’s thing, making mischief in difficult places, surely?  As the sides line up, with the benefit of our extraordinary altitude, it appears that we’re playing a diamond with Pereyra at the apex and Capoue sweeping up behind.  But as we’ve discussed, it’s long since past the stage where I can even pretend to second-guess Javi, much less be worthy of questioning his decisions.

It’s felt like a gorgeously well-balanced game in the build up.  Two teams credibly the “best of the rest”, both with the wind behind them, both in fine form.  Perhaps 30 year high points, at least, for both?  It might have been, should have been a classic.  And whilst it’s hardly a cautious start, it’s certainly well balanced.  A cliché, but rarely has a period of play felt more like sparring, two sides probing and prodding and sizing each other up. Wolves attack like snakes, Jiménez and Jota rippling into spaces dangerously, but we begin to boss the midfield.  The diamond doesn’t quite work, we’re never quite as effective as we’re used to being, Doucouré is uncharacteristically low key.  But… then perhaps it’s what’s needed for this game and whatever, Hughes is scurrying and winning the ball and Pereyra is popping out of rabbit holes.  We’re not making a load of chances…  but we’re doing enough to suggest that there’s scope, that we can hurt them.

And then they score, and everything changes.  It’s a cruel, callous goal, a goal worthy of ig’s account of Wembley from three years ago.  A miserably avoidable affair, something that’s scarcely dependent on the balance of play all about concentration and silly silly detail.  My word, can you imagine if that had been it?

It still requires a fine delivery, an aggressive run, an opportunist nod from Doherty (the Irish Mob in the row behind unappreciative of their countryman’s contribution) but it’s careless, sloppy.  The spectre of Games Against Crystal Palace looms again.  We’re not out of it…  Andre Gray has two decent chances either side  but neither of them go in.  On review you have to give him credit for being there, neither is a terrible miss in the circumstances but nonetheless, chances they are and an open question Gray’s start had been and if you were of a more fragile frame of mind than our bloody lot you’d wonder whether things were stacked against us.

4- And then Wolves score again and there’s no longer any question that things are stacked against us.  This is a fine, fine finish, churlish to criticise our role in it since whatever we coulda mighta shoulda done it requires precision and elegance and ruthlessness and gets it as Jiménez chests down and strikes a brutal volley underneath Gomes.  Wolves are deafeningly jubilant and we’re sinking into our seats.  Daughter One to my left looks at me anxiously, wordlessly… concerned for my own well being as much as for the goal I think.

It’s stating the obvious, lazy hyperbole to say “at this point the game is over”.  Surely you were either watching or you’ve seen the highlights, highlights that don’t, that can’t hope to convey the infinite drama of the afternoon any more than, to reprise a particularly fine ig line (oh come on, it’s been twenty years…) you can capture a hurricane in a matchbox.

The significant thing, the most impressive thing perhaps of all the impressive things is the most obvious.  On the pitch, we’re not playing as if it’s over.  If heads go down it’s instantaneous, only lasting as long as the game takes to restart.  The extraordinary Jose Holebas is at the vanguard…. is it really only fifteen months since we were split on him?  We’re used to Troy dragging the team along with him, but Jose hasn’t given up on anything at this point, demonstrably.  It should be no surprise of course, we’ve watched him, we know that he picks up a gazillion bookings not because he’s particularly dirty or violent but because he can’t always, ever, quite harness his insane will to win within legal boundaries.  Here that will to win is an uncontaminated force for good, from our point of view.  We’re not only relentless, we’re actually more focused than we were at one down.  That’s got to sow a seed if you’re in a white shirt. But we still needed a piece of magic, and it came off the bench four minutes later.

5- Bollocks to five thunks, by the way.

6- It’s an outrageous goal.  We’d earned it, I think.  Earned it by not giving up the ghost, earned it by asking questions and pushing and probing and digging in.  But it’s still ridiculous.  In terms of impudence you’d compare it to the Okocha free kick from many years ago.  How did he even…. think that, let alone execute it?  In terms of scale and significance and context of course it’s beyond compare.  From a standing position and faced with Wolves’ redoubtable back line there’s no way through until, suddenly, impossibly there is.  And we’re roaring again.

There’s no kitchen sink.  There’s method and there’s patience.  It’s so, so tempting to judge decisions purely on outcomes…  nonetheless.  We hold our nerve, we don’t panic.  And so very nearly it’s not enough since, frankly, at no point did I believe it was on.  At no point did I seriously entertain hopes, let alone expectations of a comeback.  Not until Troy makes a run across Dendoncker two minutes into injury time and the referee blows his whistle.

That’s the pivotal moment, obviously.  Except it’s not a moment, it’s two minutes.  Two minutes waiting for VAR to make it’s mind up.  For the first time, and despite the clunky miscommunication of two earlier VAR calls to a baffled upper tier, I’m thinking that despite everything VAR might not be a bad idea.  Would you want to level a game like this on a bad decision, much less a dive?  There’s plenty of time to ponder this and many other things whilst we’re fixed on the screen, fingers in scalp, hair pulled taut.  And then the decision is confirmed and there’s no longer any debate about the outcome of the game.  In the space of that two minutes it’s gone from “we’re definitely gonna lose” to “we’re definitely gonna win”.

7- Never in doubt.  No, it’s not the best placed penalty you’ve ever seen but unless John Ruddy’s right behind it it’s going in anyway such is the violence of the strike.  There’s no news here but bloody hell Troy Deeney.  Balls of absolute steel.  It appeals to his sense of theatre too, obviously, and the scream of catharsis on the side of the ground tinted in red lasts for some considerable time.

Never in doubt.  Though… I claim some small credit.  At some point, my head says at the start of extra time but… you know, details… Daughter 2 demands water.  Such bafflingly ill-timed requests have become less frequent as the girls have gotten older but mindful of the belief in karma of two or three years ago I dutifully bundle down into the concourse as the game restarts to find all of the kiosks closed.  I return with clear conscience.

Wolves were done, toast, quite obviously.  Good decisions don’t guarantee good outcomes…. but their decision to replace many of their attacking weapons in favour of resilience was now costing them, and more so the famously small, tight squad that has been such a feature of their season but which now was really really exposed.  They were dead on their feet for one thing, to so much a greater extent than our boys.  And that the confidence-shorn Cavaleiro and the numbingly one-dimensional Traoré was the best they could offer off the bench for another.  How wonderful that it was both Gray and Deulofeu. How wonderful, how outrageous that not so very long from a situation where we’d deliberate between X and Y whilst knowing that the answer is neither, suddenly the answer is either. How wonderful that it was such a fine, fine, thing.  A merciless, decisive blow, and though Cavaleiro stumbled past Gomes in the second period of injury time the outcome was – have I mentioned this? – never in doubt.

8- A number of asides, a number of details.  Étienne Capoue… it’s… an easier job to look good at, sitting at the back of a midfield.  Remember Al Bangura?  Nonetheless.  Bloody hell.  A monstrous performance.  A monstrous performance that could very easily have seen him missing the final had the referee been Roger blood Milford instead of Michael Oliver who has somehow managed to remain inconspicuous in this behemoth of a football game and, as Dave is keen to point out, opts against grandstanding with a red card after Capoue’s tired tackle in the middle of the pitch.  Kudos to the official.

Another?  The Wolves side empties, obviously.  That was very nearly us.  In our heads, it was us.  We’ve done that miserable trudge back to the tube in, well, not quite these circumstances, but you know what I mean.  And of course a lot of them have long gone by the time we stumble stupidly down Wembley Way, dazed and happy and stunned.  But only one Wolves fan, one lad on the steps up to the tube, lets his disappointment get the better of him and briefly mouths off in the face of considerable, if not pointed or deliberate, provocation.  We’ve been there. Fair play.  Fair play.

Another?  The realisation that whatever happens in mid-May, 1984 no longer carries that unique significance.  No longer appropriate to use those digits as a go-to four character code for irrelevant, trivial stuff.  We’ve matched that achievement at the very least, and we can still better it.

9 – But best of all?  No, not best of all, let’s be honest.  But still marvellous, still wonderful…

Troy, on the pitch at the end of the game, interviewed.  And already on the Arsenal game.  Head in the right place.  Game on.

Don’t expect the league season to peter out, not a bit of it, not this lot.  The reality is that uniquely amongst the four or five contestants for seventh, we know that achieving that target will guarantee European football next season, our first since 1983.  It’ll take those of us off the pitch a lot longer than Troy to regain our balance, focus, perspective.  By the time we briefly regroup back at the Railway we’re energetically discussing how we’ve got to remember everything we’ve done, everything we’ve said,  to recreate it in six weeks time but twenty four hours on I’m still dazed.

Troy isn’t.  Troy’s got his head in the right space.

Never in doubt.

Enjoy it boys and girls.

Yoooorns.

Gomes 3, Femenía 4, Holebas 4, Cathcart 3, Mariappa 3, Capoue 4, Hughes 3, Doucouré 3, Pereyra 3, Deeney 4, Gray 3
Subs:  *Deulofeu (for Hughes, 66) 5*, Masina (for Holebas, 98) 3, Janmaat (for Femenía, 108) 0, Sema (for Deulofeu, 112) 0, Quina, Kabasele, Foster

 

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1. ukmalc - 08/04/2019

Been waiting for this to pop up in my inbox all day! Great report. Hit the nail on the head with “There’s no kitchen sink. There’s method and there’s patience. It’s so, so tempting to judge decisions purely on outcomes… nonetheless.”. Was getting very frustrated with the shape and sticking to the plan but boy did it pay off. Hoping for more of the same against City and perhaps some decisions going our way to balance out the league defeat. COYH

2. Roger Smith - 08/04/2019

I can’t claim the credit, but I did like the “real Troy of the Rovers stuff” tweet.

A lovely bird’s eye view, and right behind the Deulofeou curler, but in Tier 5 – unbelievably – felt detached from the action. Shame on Wembley that the middle tiers were not available to the real fans.

3. Harefield Hornet - 08/04/2019

Brilliant summary of the day as always. Having witnessed 5 defeats at Wembley ( I missed Bolton due to a family issue) I was convinced I’d never see Watford win there. But my 12 year old daughter wasn’t having any of it even at 0-2. “We’re still in this Daddy they haven’t given up” – I still wasn’t convinced when Gerry got the first but was in tears when Troy’s bullet hit the back of the net! As for what happened after – well I’ve got to admit that’s the proudest I’ve ever felt being a Hornet. Now we face what many consider an impossible task on the 18 May, but you can be certain of one thing – this lot will give it a bloody good go. COYH!

4. Tapps - 08/04/2019

Magic.

It’s bizarre that two of the greatest games I’ve ever seen in my 50+ years both featured soft Michael Oliver penalties in the last few seconds of the 90…and we’ve done rather well out of both of them.

I must also give credit to the Wolves fans who saturated the Chiltern Line and wished me well for the final. I’m not sure I could’ve have dealt with that defeat in the same stoic manner as those I encountered did.

Harefield Hornet - 08/04/2019

Plenty of those we encountered after the game weren’t as stoic! Spitting, hurling abuse, trying to start fights etc as we were going down the slope towards Wembley way – and they weren’t bothered in the slightest there were children amongst us…. sorry to shatter the illusion all was wonderful yesterday but despite all the comments I’ve seen saying how well
they took it I still think some of their fans are right up there with the worlds worst.

Matt Rowson - 09/04/2019

Sorry to read that. Kind of knew that there would inevitably be contradictory accounts and yes Wolves have their idiots. Vast majority of those I encountered were handling it more reasonably.

Harpenden Hornet - 09/04/2019

I think VAR made it easier for Michael Oliver to make the decision on Sat. He was fairly sure about what he had seen, but thought about it for a couple of seconds before blowing his whistle safe in the knowledge that if he was obviously wrong it would be overridden by VAR.

Regarding the earlier game you mention … if VAR had been available at that game, Michael Oliver’s penalty decision might have been overridden and the events of the following 20 seconds might never have happened … and how much poorer would our lives have been as a result!

5. Sequel - 08/04/2019

Perfectly summarised, Matt, as always. I agree with you about the flags. It definitely felt like we had got one over on them with that display.
When the penalty went in, it was utter, joyful, bedlam behind the goal. I’m not sure how, but we surpassed it after Gerry’s superb winner: stranger kissed stranger, old hugged young, and, somehow, we all managed to avoid poking each other’s eyes out with manically waved flags.
My first ever Watford game was 50 years ago (1-1 at Old Trafford in the cup, 1969). That was special, but Wolves 2019 will take some beating, and I hope I’m there when it happens.

6. Kent Hornet - 08/04/2019

thanks, Matt, great report. I too was very much looking forward to reading it. I have seen many many Watford games in my 55 years but i would vote this number 1 because of its importance and for the courage of the comeback. The only contender would be the playoff final vs Leeds (i couldn’t make the Leicester playoff game) but that was comfortable. This was anything but! The belief from the team (obviously GD but also noticeably from Deeney, Holebas, and Capoue) was fuelled by the desire from the stands. Tremendous cojones from TD to stay cool during the interminable VAR process. Fully agree with you though, as you say, its better than winning on a dive. My wife (who rarely comes to WFC but is very sharp-eyed ) was 100% adamant “that’s a penalty ” she said straightaway, to my amusement, even before Oliver blew the whistle. Credit to the ref – we always complain about being on the wrong end but to give that with the last kick of the match also took courage. Great credit to Roy Moore and the 1881 for organising the singing section and the flags. While we have fewer supporters than Wolves we held our own in the noise stakes and in the crucial last 10 minutes it was all at our end. You could feel the fear at the other end! We had a Romanian friend with us who had never been to any football match anywhere in the world, I had to explain this was not exactly a normal Watford game 🙂

Matt Rowson - 09/04/2019

😊
Surprised you rank Leeds as highly. Not for me. Bolton, Birmingham, maybe Arsenal 87… I dunno , tricky…

Vaughn Smith - 09/04/2019

Southampton 1979 – far less at stake of course, but ties 1st with this one for me.

Vaughn Smith - 09/04/2019

Sorry – 1980!

Harefield Hornet - 09/04/2019

Kaiserslauten 2nd leg UEFA cup? 2nd to last Sunday!!!

Kent Hornet - 09/04/2019

It’s mainly for family reasons – took my two small boys (now huge) they absolutely loved it and became huge Watford fans as a result! For them it was one of their ego jnh memories of childhood. Plus it was a great game. Between 89-2002 I was outside UK so missed out. But I was there 78-85! Now 55 have incurable cancer but my Christian faith and Watford (in that order) keep me going…

7. johnsamways28 - 09/04/2019

Delafoue’s goal was truly a ‘Michelangelo of goals’ – he seemed to sculpt it with his foot when no-one else could even see what he was shaping up. Utterly sublime.

In the 65 years I’ve followed, watched, wept, despaired and rejoiced over Watford, I’ve somehow never lost a somewhat childlike longing that everyone who became associated with the Club – be it as player, staff or supporter – would discover that their association would somehow change the direction of their lives for the better; that WFC would deliver a measure of balm (and joyous frenzy!) in the midst of the absurdities and fears which all too easily preoccupy our days. A heartfelt ‘thank you’ to everyone – players, staff and fellow supporters’ who played their part in fulfilling that longing – for me, anyway! – on Sunday 7 April 2019. The best is yet to come ………

Bless you, Matt – keep up the good work.

Matt Rowson - 09/04/2019

🙂

8. Red - 09/04/2019

How does the mask plan work? Do you have two masks- one each end? Do you have a special bag with odds and ends in it? Who puts the bag in position? Do you ask the opposition goalie to put in his bag so you can produce it when you score against him? So many questions. Do I care? No.

9. Mark Lennon - 09/04/2019

Thanks Matt. What a game.

From the attitude on the pitch, it just never felt like a lost cause, even though rationally at 2-0 there didn’t seem to be a way back. The players worked so hard to create a chance that might salvage things, especially after that stunning first goal (HOW did he do that???) and you couldn’t stop believing that it could happen. The penalty felt deserved in more ways than one, and the momentum was all ours. It wasn’t even a case of ‘we’ll take this to penalties’, it was ours to win in extra time.

Javi Gracia suggested somewhere that using Deulofeu as a sub was deliberate, to exploit the tiring Wolves defence later in the game, in which case it was a tactical masterstroke. I’m guessing he’d also noted that Espirito Santo has a tendency to replace some of his key players late in the game. The man’s a football genius.

Also of note, the comic moment in the final minutes of high tension at the end of normal time when Capoue threw himself on the ground to get out of the way of the ball. Unexpected and hilarious.

What a game.

10. Stuart Campbell - 09/04/2019

I love that Michelangelo metaphor.

Judging by your photo, Matt, we were sitting a few rows in front of you with the same angle of view for the goal. Naturally I’ve now seen it replayed many times and my reaction is still the same… “How did he do that?”, watch again… “How did he do that?” and ad inf. His ankle seems to have the same extraordinary ability of a great spin bowler’s wrist.

Whilst none of us will ever forget any of the goals, or many of the performances, for me it was Holebas who epitomised the immense spirit of this great Watford side. Utterly indomitable. He and the wonderful Capoue have been transformed by Javi Gracia. Playing with smiles on their faces (yes, I swear I saw Jose smile!).

More to come yet, of course, but these two guys must surely be in the running with Foster for player of the season.

11. FA CUP WINNERS 2019 - 09/04/2019

Never in doubt.

In fact no one needed to worry at 2-0 down on Sunday as winning the FA Cup this year has never been in doubt since my daughter announced two years ago that she would be getting married on 18th May 2019. Instead of unbridled joy at the news my thoughts inevitably turned to the date. It occurred to me immediately that it would be FA Cup Final day and my initial reaction to my daughter was…I bet Watford win the FA Cup on that day (yes I know I should have been happy but it just came out).

You see I have a list of missing some of the great moments in Watford’s history for reasons out of my control going back to 1978
1978 – Promotion from Division 3 to Division 2 against Hull. Thrown out the Vic for allegedly starting to push people down the Vicarage Road terracing after we scored the first goal (it wasn’t even me but my mate who stayed until the end while I had to trudge home).
1983 – Missed the final game of the season against Liverpool due to a previously arranged work commitment.
1983 – Missed return leg against Kaiserslauten due to a University trip
2013 – Missed Leicester play off match as stuck at a bloody Luton Airport carousel for over 2 hours waiting for bags to arrive while my seat remained empty.

I have enjoyed some great days with Watford such as the 84 Cup Final, that win over Southampton, the win at Anfield etc but if Watford were ever going to win a major trophy it was going to be when I couldn’t make it.

The result of the final is not in any doubt. We will win……… GUARANTEED. Even if we were due to play the very best World XI on 18th May to win the cup (which is pretty close in Manchester City) we will win. Sit back and enjoy your day at Wembley, You can let the action unfold knowing that Troy will be lifting the Cup…………….and please say a thank you to my daughter for arranging the wedding on on FA Cup Final day.

12. Robert Heilbuth - 09/04/2019

To think that Jimenez was announced as the official Man of the Match. How funny was that? Just slightly premature I think.

13. PEDantic - 09/04/2019

Wonderful summary of a great day, Matt.
In the midst of all the euphoria surrounding Deulofeu and Deeney, I’d just like to say that, no matter how good Foster and others have been, I’m going to struggle to vote against Holebas for Player of the Season.
Just one gripe, at the risk of being labelled the ultimate pedant, my intermittent campaign continues to right a wrong perpetuated by the media over many decades: there’s no such road as Wembley Way and never has been. It’s called Olympic Way. Enjoy the walk down it in May!

Bushey 'Orn - 13/04/2019

Wembley Way does exist, its off of Chalfont Ave (look it up on a map of Wembley). But it’s not where everyone in the media seems to think it is.

14. Simoninoz - 10/04/2019

Gerry’s sublime goal is surely a reprise of Nicky Wright’s in ’99. Same end (camera-wise) and same audacity. Entered the goal at the very same point. Now to get a ticket before I book my flight. Wish me luck.

15. crisb - 10/04/2019

I flippin’ love Holebas.

His sheer will to get to everything, he snuffed out danger so many times on sunday.

His snarling, snapping demeanour, he’s like a guy bitterly angry at being drafted to a war who nevertheless will do everything it takes to be on the winning side.

The yellow cards, oh the yellow cards, like getting your passport stamped. I wouldnt be suprised to find he has them tatooed on his arm like the missions on the side of a Lancaster bomber.

He’s gone down in the last 3 games i think with the same injury, every time you see him try to shake it off, furious that his body has let him down.

Truly a warrior of a man, I want to see this guy in a hornets shirt for a long time to come. I dont know what he’ll do when his career is over but he’ll be bloody angry whilst he’s doing it…..COYHolebas

JohnM - 15/04/2019

Absolutely. I spent some time defending him on another site last season. I remember being ‘dissed’ for saying that he would one day be regarded as a Watford legend. It will be a poorer side when he goes, poorer as much for the loss of a true character as an increasingly important player. The arm waving, the scowls, the sullen muttering, the treasure of the occasional smile. I can imagine him throwing the monopoly boardacross the room when he has to pay the rent on Mayfair. Long may be reign.

16. Lesley-Anne - 12/04/2019

Only just caught up with this! Excellent summary as usual, Matt, and also the comments. Strangely enough I felt the opposite as we drew closer to 90 minutes. I felt sure that we were going to score again (very unlike me!) and when Jimenez was announced as man of the match I actually said to my brother “but it isn’t finished yet”!!

As others have commented about the player of the season I have to admit to finding it hard to look beyond Capoue, who is a completely different player from previous seasons! I’ve never seen him so fired up as in the latter stages, willing the crowd to shout all the louder, and as someone else mentioned, the hilarious throwing himself on the pitch to get out of the way of Mariappa’s pass! His celebratory chest bumps with Doucouré and dance with Pereyra at the final whistle seem to have missed being caught on camera which is a great shame!
I felt the player of the season was between him and Ben Foster but now, as the Cup run has been such an amazing part of our season and Foster hasn’t been involved in that, I think Capoue is the stand out for consistency of performance this year. Though I accept that Holebas, Deeney and now Deulofeu, are all playing themselves into contention. Such an amazing match in such a brilliant season 😀😀

17. Old Git - 14/04/2019

I’ve needed a week to come back near enough to earth to allow me to comment rationally. I realised before the match that I have been privileged to see the greatest individual goal ever scored at Wembley, EVER. And now of course, I have also seen the second greatest! But I’m not sure which order they should be in.
And, Kent Hornet, I’m hoping your treatment can slow down your illness for many years yet and I’m sure that everyone who posts on this brilliant site also does.

18. Tybalt - 22/04/2019

And the long throws. He puts every ounce of that manic intensity into those brilliant long throws.


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