The game is about glory. The game is also about heartache. Something synonymous with Tottenham and the FA Cup since the hedonistic days of the 80s which tease us from afar with their iconic flashbacks and growthy beards. Sunday was disheartening because it was so transparent. Plucky up-for-it non-top tier side out-desire disjointed top tier side who fail to match up to their pre-match tittle tattle about Wembley dreams.