As I've said already, I will be touring around Italy on May 17th so no chance of being there. But that wouldn't stop me wanting the Blades to get there. For those of us of a particular age, the FA Cup Final was THE football event of the year. Yes, managers would talk of the marathon of the league showing the true ability and quality of a team, but there was a glamour and prestige in being involved at Wembley in May. For one thing, it was just about the only live football seen on TV; and BBC and ITV would milk it for all it was worth, starting coverage at about 09.30. Filling the day with all sorts of rubbish but all adding to the impression that this was a special, significant event. Also, it was a chance to win a trophy, which back then was the epitome of what the bleeding game was all about. Only the League Champions went into the European Cup (although through the late 70s, early 80s England always had two because English clubs kept winning it) with the next 3 placed teams going into the UEFA Cup with the FA Cup winners into the Cup Winners Cup. The Holy Grail wasn't a top 4 finish to qualify for the Champions League, so bollocks to everything else, the Holy Grail was to win a trophy and for glamour, kudos and sheer value, the FA Cup was THE trophy to get. It was also always the last game of the season. All league fixture were completed and then the season had this majestic, spectacular ending for the world to see at Wembley. A big definite full stop ending to the season. No limping on after with play-offs in a sort of wimpy Philip Glass fade-out type ending, this was a big bang Berlioz finale. All the country watched and every supporter across the land wished they could experience it with their team. Some supporters of teams like Rochdale, Stockport, Torquay knew these were forlorn hopes with no chance of really happening, but many others thought that one day they would get their chance, their day in the sunshine. And there has been over the years one team who never quite managed to get there when really they should have. The size of the club, the following, the history suggested that they would be gracing the hallowed turf at Wembley, but the years rolled by and they never got there. A whole generation has never seen them reach a major final. A generation now into their middle years, sat as children and young adults watching this TV spectacular every year wishing that they could do that with their team. Growing to young adulthood and recognising the history and ritual of it all and wanting a part of it, but it never happened.
So, if the unthinkable happens come May, and the fans of that club finally get there; allow those of us who belong to that generation and older to rekindle our youth, to conjure the ghost of David Coleman and to shed our tears at what you might think is unnecessary nonsense such as Abide With Me. Somewhere in Italy if that day happens, will be a teary old Blade!