As I walked away from Stamford Bridge this afternoon having watched Chelsea beat Stoke City 2-0, my mind was already racing ahead of me.
Would we get Tottenham in the semi finals or would we have to wait until the final?
I switched on Five Live, made my way home and found out that it would be the latter. A semi final against Martin O’Neill’s talented Aston Villa stands between Chelsea and back to back FA Cup finals.
Sat in traffic, my mind cast itself back to a February afternoon at Wembley two years ago. It was the Carling Cup final and Chelsea lost 2-1 to Tottenham.
All round it was an awful day, made even worse by the fact that the defeat was inflicted by one of our most hated rivals.
That is why I feel a mixture of excitement and dread at the thought of playing Spurs at Wembley once again. To put no finer point on it, they have become pretty good at dismantling our ambitions of silverware in recent years.
The amazing 4-4 draw in 2008 contributed to the Blues’ eventual failure to catch Manchester United in the Premier League.
Many point to the 1-1 draw with Wigan at Stamford Bridge as being decisive, but the result at White Hart Lane was gut wrenching—it felt like a defeat.
Last season a 1-0 defeat at the same ground extinguished any faint flicker of hope Guus Hiddink had of winning a domestic title in his short spell with the club.
I’m already dreading the game on April 17. Defeat there again could prove terminal in the club’s quest to get its hands on the Premier League for the third time.
But then another thought enters my head.
What if we win that game on the way to bringing the title back to Stamford Bridge? What if we then beat again Spurs at Wembley on May 15, and hop on a plane to Madrid and JT gets his hands on old Big Ears?
There I go again.