The season has involved undulating triumphalism, despair mixed with placid acceptance of fate - now, worse than anything, we have hope coupled with a nagging suspicion of impending disaster. Think Cardiff 0 Boro 3.
We're all bound South to Selhurst Park on the same roads and trains as our principal competitors.
The same competitors whose dishonest guile and histrionics earlier in the season led to our disadvantage at Masterbates' Kingdom.
Oh - I do so wish I'd had the courage to piss on Billy's statue!
The Good Billy is right - as usual - we're not there yet.
