My very best mate is over for this, we've been in the local pub tonight talking about all those days of suffering for being a Wolves fan. Of awful home games, morbidly memorable away days, the shit we've taken from our peers for being Wolves fans for the past 30 years. The play off defeats, the relegations, the overpaid shite we've had to endure, yet there we are drinking in the same pub years later, with a team and a club to finally be proud of, off to Wembley to cheer on our boys.
It's made me nervous, yet mega excited all at the same time. The pub we're getting our coach from opens for ale (Hobsons Town Crier) and bacon butties at 8am.
I'll be there at 7.45. Win or lose, tomorrow will be special.