Wembley, Wembley, we´re the famous Luton Town and we won the Tin paint pot trophy at Wembley.

55,001 fans crowded into Wembley. 40,000 made the short trip from Bedfordshire, 15,000 from Humberside and one journeyed from Lower Bavaria via Munich Airport, Heathrow, Barton-Le-Clay, Greenfield, Flitwick and West Hampstead.

During the three day break I managed a good fill of Fish & Chips, plenty of great English beer, a really decent Curry and squeezed in my first Wembley trip in over ten years and first cup final since 1989.

The boys done well. 1-0 down, 2-1 up, heartbreak with two minutes to go at 2-2 before 3-2 in extra time. Scunny are 41 places above the Hatters in the league but the form-book was thrown out of the window as Luton more than matched their so called superiors for style, skill, passion and commitment. The BBC described it as arguably the best game of football played at the new Wembley and who am I to argue with that.

The euphoria quickly passes and on Saturday it´s back to the day job. Lincoln City away and another week closer to certain relegation to the 5th league for the first time in a hundred years. However, for the time being, who cares?