It might be my age, but cup finals used to be my way of counting time. I grew up in the seventies in the middle of that run of classic cup finals, so I knew exactly what year it was and what happened. You could tell one year from another because the combination of teams in the final was always different. Occasionaly there were second division teams that won it. Imagine that!
For about the last 25 years it's mostly been combinations of the same five teams who I hate, either against each other, or sometimes with an outsider who they duly thrash. The only two exceptions have been Portsmouth that time, and Wigan, and I've just looked that up and realised that it was five years ago.
It's been a blur, really, but as I say, maybe that's to do with getting older. Is it the same for people older than me, who were in their thirties and forties during the sixties and seventies? Maybe some of our old gimmers could shed some light.
I watched the cup final but not the royal wedding, because I was busy reading some dossiers about Siberian grain harvests that my commissar had given me, which was altogether more interesting than either the football match or the wedding, for which I am confident that Surrey Bob was standing dutifully erect throughout.