Saturday. Game On.

Cup Final Day is now upon us. Yesterday it was evident in London that Evertonians were starting to arrive, particularly around the stations at Euston and Kings Cross, but other early arrivals were spotted at some of the more famous and attractive sights in town. For some reason or other, known only to himself, a friend of mine went to Canary Wharf.

Amongst the moaning about the price of a pint of lager - wait til you get anywhere near Wembley folks - there is a buzz and anticipation that Everton can actually pull this off, beat Chelsea, and win the FA Cup for the first time in 14 years. Even a gnarled veteran and eternal pessimist like myself can see some merit in this. I've heard enough times this week (from all but Chelsea and Liverpool supporters) that an Everton win would be 'good for football' but I don't really care about football today. I couldn't care less if the 2009 FA Cup Final is the most atrocious in recent memory, goes the distance and Everton squeeze home via a penalty kick that hits the net via post and bar. All I want is an Everton victory.

In reality it's going to a tough afternoon. Everton is a good side these days. We don't get beat often and can usually hold onto a lead. Our problem, and it relates directly to making the next step up, is we don't win many crucial games and certainly not against better sides and to do this teams need to score goals, and we don't score enough goals. Our record this season as with plenty of others shows that we can get one goal against any one of the top 4 teams. Against Chelsea, it's less than one.

So, it'll be about hanging in there, defending as well as we've done all season and taking that one opportunity we may get (because Chelsea will give you one), and hoping Chelsea fail to deliver on the day. Shut down Lampard and we've got a real chance.

Go on Everton, make my day.