Still got the BLUES

Henry Winter is a better writer than me:

It is one thing seeing bluebirds over the white cliffs of Dover, but now they are swarming all over another English landmark - Wembley. After 81 years of hurt, the Bluebirds of Cardiff City yesterday reached the FA Cup final, setting up a May 17 date with Portsmouth when they may well be outplayed, but they will not be outsung.

Ten minutes after the final whistle, after Barnsley's heartbroken players had picked themselves off the canvas and retreated to the dressing room, Cardiff's fans staged the sort of sing-song that would not have sounded out of place in St Mary's Street on a lively Saturday night. Wembley's groundstaff wore the worried look of hosts wondering when on earth the guests were going home. The men, women and children of Harlech eventually left, carrying a party nine decades in the planning all the way back to the Principality.