Obviously, I watched the game that sent The Royals through to Wembley and a play-off final.
But, for the purpose of this feature, I pretend I haven't watched the games. So, bear that in mind when you read the following thoughts I had while watching the highlights. (This feature really isn't all that difficult to write.)
Oh, what a save!
Cairney's dangerous in these positions. Be on your guard.
Oh! What a save!
OH! WHAT A SAVE AGAIN!
He's flicked that with his hand. Pen, surely?
Listen to that roar. Crowd on form here.
Ok. Penalties. Yann can do this. Just don't panenka it, or do anything daft. Hit it hard. Please.
Stay calm. It's only Wembley. Stay calm.
GET ANOTHER, SEAL THE DEAL!
Reading are getting the best chances!
I'm not lying when I say I think my 70-odd something grandmother could have scored that. But... Y'know. It's Swift. I love Swift. I'll let him off (providing we win.)
Fulham are so quick and good with the ball. This is going to be dangerou—OH MY WORD. That was so close.
Hold on. Please don't concede. Come on.
Oh, well that was fancy. Fancy pants.
YEAH! Miss/save, whatever it was, I'm glad it was.
QUE SERA SERA!