So this is it, then. This gruelling season in a clown car of a division all comes down to the next two, hopefully three games of football.
A season’s worth of joy, mithering, despair and embarrassment diluted into this. The play-offs. The ultimate test of a team’s nerve. A bit of fortune here and there. But the sides that win are the ones that can deal with that pressure and create the chances so that we have made our own luck, our own fortune.
The league becomes a cup.
Tonight, we face Sheffield Wednesday. Some - especially the EFL and broadcasters - would have preferred this to be the final, such is the status of both clubs, with their storied pasts and loyal fanbases.
Sheffield Wednesday have already sold out Hillsborough for the second leg, and by the last count we had shot over 40,000 tickets sold for tonight. With the flag displays and tifos planned ahead of the game, under the lights with a huge attendance is going to feel like an incredible thing indeed.
The final, at the increasingly underwhelming Wembley Stadium, which is now hemmed in and almost dwarfed by the huge developments around it, may even feel like something of an anti-climax for either side.
But let’s not get carried away. Right now, tonight is the only thing that matters.
Haway the Lads!