THIS IS EXTRA TIME

Kanu turned in a whole slew of Ade-like misses in the first 20 minutes or so. Of course, all was forgotten when he scored the eventual winner later on. The second half was a bit of a snore-fest but we stuck around in anticipation of some shirt removal. What else would we do with a strangely barren Saturday morning?

A few FA Cup final notes in the usual half-watching/half-wandering-eye style:

- 28' - Kanu's just done the miss of the century. The BBC keeps cutting to that eyesore of a Portsmouth fan whenever the plays slows. Speaking of: NSFW.

- 30' - Our minds have drifted off to Glen Johnson v David James: Battle of the 'Fros. Worth a post of it's own, really. Glen's is rounded and looks like he must spend at least an hour each morning primping it like some sort of show poodle. James's looks a bit more laid-back. It's lumpy and has an uneven texture to it. Can't decide which one's better.

- 32' - Defoe's looking fancy on the bench. He's got a suit on with a pretty flower on his lapel. Looking all smiley as well.

- 36' - Kanu's just scored and he and Muntari are now doing the hoola. Can't help but wonder if Muntari's wronged girlfriend is in the stands.

- 45' - Anyone else officially sick of watching Capaldi lift up his shirt and flash his pasty torso to the world as he dries off the ball before a throw in? It's not raining is it? Perhaps if you were hotter, sir. For now just keep your shirt down - the ball doesn't need drying.




- 60' - That Ramsey kid's coming on. It's very disconcerting the way these middle-aged men are fawning over a 17 year old before he's even had a touch. Give the boy a bit of time to grow up before you begin leering shamelessly.

- 68' - Nugent - a.k.a. naked cellphone dude - is about to come on when some random guy (ball boy is it?) sneaks up behind him on the touchline, taps him on the shoulder and asks for a handshake. Think he frightened the official a bit as well.

- 72' - Capaldi's pasty torso again. Stop.

- 84' - Distin nearly scores the goal of the century. Cardiff's Roger Johnson had to go and be an ass.

- 86' - Baros on for Kanu. Can anyone remember a time when they thought Baros was a bit hot? No even a teensy bit? It kind of all faded while he was at Lyon.

- 90+4 - Full time: Dunzo. Porstmouth wins the Cup. Shirt removal and hugsies abound. Sulley's busted out the Ghana kit, Kanu's got his Nigeria stuff on along with a hat that looks bigger than he is. They're climbing up the steps to nab the cup now. Diarra's about to get his turn at lifting the cup - he's got his shirt off. Is it possible he can redeem himself through the means of man-flesh? Foiled! Just as he's stepping up to the trophy the BBC cuts away! They must hate Diarra. The boys have made they're way back to the pitch now, climbing up onto stage thing, cup in tow. Distin's taken off his shirt - approved. Mendes as well - not approved. Lassana has just - gasp - thrown the cup off the stage. It lands on the grass before one of the other players picks it up. Clever commentary from the BBC: 'I don't mean to alarm you - the last time Portsmouth won the cup WWII broke. Whatever happens, Portsmouth will definitely be invading Europe next season.' War puns. Oh, dear.

Labels: fa cup wrap up, i've got a wandering eye