Only just coming up for air after Tuesday, but in lieu of a proper match report, here's my unbiased abridged
two penn'orth.
We abso-fucking-lutely battered Palace for 120 minutes, it could quite easily have been 7-0 - I blame luck more than profligacy as I cannot even begin to contemplate criticising this wonderful team.
Palace were played off the park, chasing shadows, gasping in awe at our isosceles triangles - their midfield was consumed by ours. McPhail was cool and measured in the Whitts role in front of the back four, Whittingham himself was positively levitating above the ground, such was his majesty in possession, precision in passing and lethal dead-ball delivery. Our so-called Achilles' heel at the back (incoming triumvirate Heaton, Blake and Gerrard) sizzled with confidence and accomplishment.
Zaha and Clyne threatened sporadically for Palace, but was there ever a moment when they threatened to score? I think not. Ambrose was invisible, Speroni impressive, the big-boned, blunt and brutal defence attempted to kick us up in the air all night, but failed to intimidate our gallant boys.
Dougie Freedman's hilarious mind games blew up spectacularly and gloriously in his face. This Cardiff City side have a backbone of solid titanium and bollocks which need transporting in wheelbarrows. I never doubted for a moment (ahem) that we would fail in the penalty shoot-out, even after King Kenny ballooned his first effort into Row Z.
Palace fans were amongst the rowdiest ever to visit Cardiff City Stadium and contributed to a super-rocking atmosphere.
Onwards and upwards to Wembley (again) and if Liverpool exhibit just a sliver of over-confidence and complacency they may very well find themselves applauding the boys in blue as they ascend the steps to collect the Cup!
...and for the record, vis a vis some of the comments in the thread above:
i) we do have a drum, and yes, it is shit
ii) we did hear "goal music" as Gardner nodded past Speroni - almost drowned out by the explosion of noise, but it was there...
iii) not for the first time, Ali did indulge in some rather embarrassing cheerleading - your ears did not deceive you!
iv) yet again, the bombastic barrage of music just before kick-off, at half-time, and at the end of the match threatened to kill the atmos. Why can't we allow the competing fans to ratchet up the decibel count - as they did more than adequately as soon as the Tannoy went dead?
Aside from that, it's all good! That London here we come...