Had we lost, we would have been ridiculed and received some heavy bashing. I would have sung in my head the tune after Five for Fighting's famous song Superman: "It may sound absurd, but don't be naive, even heroes have the right to bleed. We may be disturbed but we won't concede, even heroes have the right to dream. It's not easy to be Chelsea." What all of us, especially the Spurs fans, didn't know was, we were up for some wild surprises.

In our most recent games, perhaps the first thing fans have been looking for is the name of John Terry on the teamsheet. He wasn't there; Ricardo Carvalho and Michael Essien started at centre-back, while Paulo Ferreira and Ashley Cole were on the sides. Forget about first-half. There was just so much to forget about it. As has been said many times, it looks like a habit for the Blues to do poorly in the first-half.

After 45 minutes, I knew I had to rely on the second-half, hoping for at least a draw. I knew that to ask for a win, while being down by two goals was asking for a miracle. How often have the Blues come back after being down by two goals anyway? More importantly, how many times have we conceded that many goals at home? Four years ago, against Arsenal during another Cup match, when we were still under Claudio Ranieri.

The first-half had one of the worst pieces of defending I've seen. For Dimitar Berbatov to score a wonderful goal could only mean some poor defending from our side, otherwise, it would have simply been a lucky goal. Admittedly, we conceded early goals, too during the ties against Porto and Arsenal, but to concede in the fifth minute was just too early. Add to that the 28th minute own-goal by one of our best defenders, Essien. For a defender to defend poorly is one story; for him to score an own goal is another. Watching on the replay, it was completely avoidable.

When Frank Lampard scored our first equaliser I thought we were back on the winning track. Yet when Essien horrendously came after the ball, while seeing Petr Cech n front of him, ready to grab the ball, and he extended his leg out to kick it, it was just a complete disaster. Another equaliser was expected from the Blues; we don't give up easily.

Yet when another strike from the other camp came seven minutes later from Hossam Ghaly, with a clear view of the Blues' absence at the back to stop the Egyptian midfielder, Stamford Bridge almost collapsed. That was a  moment for panic, at least for me. Every time Berbatov and Aaron Lennon came close to our goal, the tension just kept going up. A draw was all I asked for.

The Special One, Jose Mourinho, felt the worries of us fans. Three substitutions had to be made. First, Shaun Wright-Philips came in for Ferreira for a wider midfield, while narrowing down the already weak defence. We trusted JM. Second, Lasanna Diarra came out for Khalid Boulahrouz to go back to the starting form, making the defense stronger once again. Finally, a move to 3-3-4 was made, as The Special One felt the need for more strikers in front.

Sure enough, the tactics worked as Lampard and Salomon Kalou scored to put the Blues level after 85 minutes.  Hearts beating faster, cheers growing louder, and tension getting higher, fans were on the edge of their seats. Will the Blues exit the FA Cup? Will their three-year unbeaten home record come to an end? Will they give it all up?

Not quite. It was a bad game for the Blues but it wasn't as bad as we would've expected. Losing 3-2, with one own goal from one of our best defenders, would be unbearable. The own goal would've scarred and haunted me for a long time. But while Liverpool sing "You'll never walk alone," we sing, "We're gonna make it a Blue Day." Certainly, we did that. No matter how poorly we do in the first half, we're always known to create threats during the second.

Lampard's first goal didn't seem planned, more instinctive. To score two more goals to end the match with a draw against a top-form Spurs was a big achievement. To get such result without John Terry and Joe Cole playing, without Didier Drogba scoring, and with Jermaine Defoe's shot during stoppage time hitting the top of the bar, people might say, we were once again lucky to stay alive.

Maybe we were lucky to have earned a replay at White Hart Lane, and we might continue to be. But considering Manchester United's situation (great football, top-form players, Henrik Larsson for 10 weeks, and League leaders) alongside our situation (injured top defender, heavily criticised world-class striker, close to a season-long injured world-class midfielder, plus our race to the top of the table) it is fair we get some luck on our side.

I am still singing Superman. "We are the men in the shiny blue kits, digging for more silverware for our team. We are the men in the shiny blue kits, along with the Special One beside our team. It's not easy to be Chelsea." Indeed it is not. To be two goals down and come back to end with a draw, nothing else could be more heroic.

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