- Jun 4, 2004
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We just might make Wembley for the second season running and as the final whistle blows the ecstasy you feel isn't felt by your missus sitting next to you on the couch reading Glamour magazine/the old bloke in a Chelsea shirt supping his pint at the other end of the bar, depending where you decided to watch the game. You need a man hug, you need to sing Que Sera Sera, you need to be surrounded by fellow Yids! An idea?