Wow. What a game. *What* comebacks (twice) - okay, they were against Wycombe, but it still counts under the lights at the Lane.
The fighting spirit finally came into the side once the second half got properly going, and bar Trippier's injury I think we would have won it earlier - there are evidently serious concerns about our back line in the absence of our regulars, and I disliked the aimless way we sent balls forward at times (even late on - one such careless punt forward led to Wycombe's third). Credit to Wycombe for showing up with a coherent plan and executing it well against an exceedingly shaky back line, but we made our own problems today.
Still, we're into the fifth round, which is what counts. Then go into the sixth, then the semi at our future home ground, then the final. That should be our aim, our ambition. To win this trophy, to lift silverware, to achieve the dreams of every fan and the end goal of any sporting outfit - to win, and win well.
To prefer eternally finishing fourth in a 20 team league or 3rd in a 2-horse race over winning a trophy in this manner is something I will thankfully never have to endure - and I can't understand why people would prefer such a thing to the extent of scorning the cup as they did today. A cup which has provided 8 of the happiest occasions in our history, which we built our identity and our mythos around in the golden days of yore - this is what people were scorning and sneering at today throughout the game, going as far as to suggest own goals and deliberate capitulation to go out, under the lights at the Lane in its final season....to Wycombe f*cking Wanderers.
Have a word with yourself.