I have secured my SEAT, or is it PLOT ? in the corridors of quiet. I am dusting down my 'DO NOT DISTURB" sign as we speak. I hope my former ESU companion, Angmering Arthur, brings a peg with him. He doesn't smell (like one of our players- or so it has been contested) but he don't 'arf SNORE.
I do. Lots of peace and quiet- except for the odd creaking fist pump attempt when goals are scored. Usually scuppered by arthritic shooting pains. Gladys fist is permanently in an aggressive clinch as a result. Still, she gets no grief in the Post Office queue.
We beat a top flight side in the third round, won away at a north-eastern second tier side in the fourth (with a late goal) and then beat the lowest team in the tournament in the fifth........
Might as well put the Southampton tickets on sale now..