Two years ago this weekend I went to London for a couple of days. My first weekend without responsibilities for many years and so I went to reclaim the past as mine, lay ghosts to rest and I ended up having a ball. Portsmouth won the FA Cup final and having gone down to Covent Garden that evening, I celebrated with them. It was one of those days after the break up with the Ex that life was good and I knew I was going to enjoy life and all its challenges.
Fast forward to July last year and out of the blue love found me again. It was so exciting because it was so unexpected and although it was hard to learn to trust again I had no doubts.
Ironically exactly two years on, Portsmouth are at Wembley again today and yesterday I lost my love. My mood could not be further from the bouncy, joyous woman two years ago and it is hard to face and deal with my emotions but it will be done. But I want Portsmouth to do me a favour this afternoon. I want them to win. I will take it as a omen of better things to come when one is at their lowest, as both me and Portsmouth FC are.