Wembley, or Wembly as city fans refer to it as. Another trip beckons. Now I’ve been asked to pen a few words from my quill about Wembley memories. This is because I’m an old un and was there when the KO was held up due to a white horse on the pitch.

By Fraudulent
There’s not been much new on here lately, has there? That bit between the end of the season and the start of the World Cup is rubbish, and it’s too early for all the transfer talk of come and get me pleas, swoops and warchests. I’d like a warchest, that would be great. I don’t know what I’d do with it, but I’d like one all the same.

It’s the FA Cup final on Saturday. Remember, the competition that United ruined by winning it too many times or something.

Cos we have no involvement in it, let’s cast our minds back to the halcyon days of the late 1970s when we were seemingly walking down Wembley Way every bleeding year.

We have an old pirate in our ranks, who has travelled the seven seas watching his beloved team over fair waters and rough waves. Here is his take on the 1976 FA Cup campaign. Bear with him, he’s getting on a bit so his mind wanders and so do his apostrophes…