Great touch and finish from Alessia Russo.

What a fucking strike that is from Chloe Kelly!

There’s no foul there, terrible refereeing.

My mate’s daughter is on the bench for Chelsea tonight, I hope she gets to play, plays well, but ends up on the losing team.

Hearing Ipswich Town have renamed their stadium Deportman Road

That’s almost a guarantee that we end up playing in it. Schlepping to Cardiff for a friendly.

We have recorded a podcast despite everything because more content is what this situation needs.

A Tim Sherwood and Chris Hughton double act up the road? I suppose that no single person would get the blame if the best outcome did happen.

I still feel sick about this nonsense team selection. I really thought that we’d moved on from being some charity for washed up ex-Chelsea goalkeepers. Never want to see our manager make an error of judgement like that, one driven by sentimentality, ever again. Cup Final = best team. End of.

The one thing that I’ve heard today that cheered me up a bit.

Arteta on his choice of keeper for the CC final: “I have to do what I feel is right, which is honest and which is fair…. He's played all the competition and I think it would have been very unfair for him and for the team to do something different.” Maybe ask the fans, mate.

Hugely disappointed, like the old days of getting slapped by Man City. The sentimental bollocks of not playing your 1st choice keeper but Arteta in the arse. Kepa went full Almunia and turned a period where City were on top into a full panic. I hope the manager learns from that.

Wemberlee.

It’s 1-1 at Newcastle, to coin a famous phrase.

Lucky pub.

Funny, both Arsenal and Totteringham having Cup Finals on the same day.

Places to go, people to meet, Cup Finals to be won. COYRRR!

This is a lovely bit of pre-Cup Final comedy.

Everton = Decent Chelsea = Descent

I can tell you the name of one player that was nowhere near the England squad throughout their 20 year career.

The Friday before a Cup Final. Head down this morning, close family funeral this afternoon, which will be a sharp reminder that football isn’t life or death, but I will definitely be ready for the roller coaster of the biggest run in of my lifetime come this evening.

Back to the relegation battle for the vermin then.

Szczesny stubbing out a snout to come on for Barca.

At least the Geordies will get a full night on the town in Barcelona.

Has it been made illegal to defend properly in Catalunya?

Two really good wins this week, and now we have a Cup Final to look forward to at the weekend. Top of the league, by 9 points, in FA Cup QF and the CL QF. Some are saying that it doesn’t get better than this, but I am hoping that it gets much, much better than this.

Email from The Club already, telling me they are taking the money for the QF home leg on Friday of this week. Might make them collect it in person with photo ID.

Dunno what I’m gonna do if Max Dowman’s goal finds out that I’ve been cheating on it with Eze’s goal, but love has no boundaries.

Key dates for the scheduling of the QF, we will know if it’s Tue or Wed tomorrow. I booked the whole Easter week in Lisbon, so I was tremendously smug last night, watching my Block 131 neighbours frantically trying to book flights at half time, with no 5G in the stadium.

That turned out nicely. Two absolute banger goals. Some top performances. We are hitting prime time now.

Happy Paddy’s Day to all our Irish freeloaders. May you buy us a Guinness soon. New episode is up featuring the Max Dowman Experience. podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/t...

The same drive and determination to win, as Saturday, is what I’d like to see tomorrow. We bring that, we win the tie imo.

“Anderson?” “Here.” “Dowman…Dowman…Dowman…Dowman?”

So Chelsea’s cheating under Abramovich, using hidden mechanisms to pay for players, has been punished with a £10m fine and a suspended transfer ban. That’s as soft as shite, they should be stripped of whatever they won via cheating. Sporting integrity? Pffft.

learning about british units of measure. a furlong is 660 feet. a perch is 25.292 square meters. a bushel is 8 gallons. a dowman is 16 years and 73 days.

DJ Sammy - Heaven) “Max Dowman is doing his thing, While the boys from The Arsenal Sing, Hes tearing it up on the wing… Year eleven!”

Maybe Tudor should put himself in goal.

Chocolate wrists.

When the threat of relegation sneaks up behind you…

I’ve tuned into the football coverage at 1pm. They don’t kick off for three and a half hours but I am already roaring with laughter at them. This is obviously what they meant by Super Sunday.

Black and blue this morning, got bruises everywhere from the limbs. I sit in the upper tier and there were bodies absolutely everywhere, twice, yesterday. This is why we do this, remember, for moments like that. Mad that a 16yo kid could be the catalyst this season.

Briefcase wanker needs to concentrate on where his players are positioned during the game, not before it. The massive prick.

Ready for MotD? I am.

What a lovely day of football.

I hope that we’ve booked an engineer to check the roof on the stadium tomorrow morning. Thing almost came off twice tonight.

Max Dowman is going to have a Masters in football before he’s taken his his GCSEs.

“Remember the name!” That’s for Rooney you cunt

What a fucking moment!

Seeing Romario at the training ground brings back a distant memory of seeing him play in the 1992 Amsterdam Tournament. Ajax had Dennis Bergkamp and Wim Jonk playing together, and I got my first look at the great man in the flesh.

Been discussing logistics for Man City away. My mate has just bought an Aston Martin DBX707 S and will have just flown back from holiday the night before. “I’m going to be knackered, would you be alright driving the Aston to Manchester?” Told him I’ll think about it.