Was on a training course for three days in Bracknell back then, with two colleagues who I knew a little but not that well. As there was stuff all else to do in Bracknell, we went to see this. At the end all three of us said we wanted to walk out, but we were all too polite to.
I'm consoling myself that it's not a *real* cup final unless Grandstand starts at 10:30, there's A Question of Sport special, and we get to see grainy helicopter coverage of buses leaving hotels.
I don't normally remember dreams, but last night I dreamt that through some quirk of fate that no-one could explain, Palace were playing Wrexham in the final, and so suddenly realised 8th place loses out on Europe regardless.