I've just watched the FA Cup Final, and have seen Portsmouth beat Cardiff City 1-0, courtesy of a scrappy goal scored following a dreadful error by the Cardiff goalie. I was watching with my friend, a Pompey fan, and to be honest I think he'd have been happy if they'd won on the toss of a coin. It's nice to see a team outside the 'Big Four' lift the trophy, though I wish it could've been Man City instead - famously knocked out of the competition by a balloon, they were instead spending the day in Bangkok, getting beaten by the dubiously named Thailand All-Stars. That's what happens when you sell a team to a guy with a lot of cash and a lamentable human rights record. Here's today's Cup final-related fact:
The first televised FA Cup Final was between Preston North End and Huddersfield Town in 1938.
You can't beat watching the Cup Final on telly. Three hours of tedious build-up, eventually descending into vaguely football-related nostalgia pieces and pictures of coaches queuing on the M40, followed by an invariably edgy, uninspiring football match. Magic. Now, if you'll excuse me, Britain's Got Talent has just started. Now that's entertainment.
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