In the build-up to Wembley 2011, I had totally convinced myself I wasn't that fussed about winning as I wasn't all that taken with the whole Premier League experience, the result being that I wouldn't be all that disappointed if we lost as it was all new to Swansea following their gradual and "moral" rise up the divisions regardless of Brendan Rodgers. And then half time occurred, and we're 3-0 down. I'm not subjecting myself to that nonsensical level of conscience again, so while I'll be gracious in defeat and pass congratulations if we're on the wrong side of the scoreline, I'll still be f*cking gutted. It's a wonderful story with them in the final, they have a project that the whole town is buying into and you rarely, if ever, read or hear of any dissenting voices from their supporters, but I don't want Huddersfield to win under any circumstances. I won't feel happy if they win, I sincerely hope we deny them the ending to the season everybody wants, putting a spanner up their cracks like we've done on so many occasions this season.
The funny thing is, when you know a supporter of another club and you're playing each other, the usual charade is to part on "enjoy the game, but not much" as you go your separate ways on entering the ground. If I knew Terrier83, I'd genuinely part on "I hope we stuff you" terms. And I know in everybody's hearts they feel the same way.