Not a bad way to kick of the year. Words can't really describe what an incredible night at Craven Cottage this was. I'll happily admit I'm a bit of a plastic Fulham supporter, I've been going with my Dad since the 1980s, but grew up in High Wycombe and ultimately ended up following Wycombe Wanderers. But still, I travelled into London with the faint hope that Fulham could turn over the 3-1 reversal from the first half out in Italy.
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