Well thank God that's over with for another year.

It's bad enough having to sit through the endless sycophantic drones that the BBC spill out about the FA Cup, its history, the legacy, 'le magic'.

Then you've got bandwagon supporters in daft hats, some geezer crying to 'Abide With Me', Lesley bloody Garrett, and Lineker and co going through the motions trying to sound excited about Cardiff City's midfield offering.

But more than anything else, my biggest relief was that I won't have to contend with the Motson-Lawrenson combination for another few months. Sweet Jesus, there's a cure for insomnia in there somewhere.

Now you might feel this rant is a little bitter, and you'd be right, seeing as my side went out in the 4th Qualifying Round, and I suppose my biggest sin is that I insist on getting quite excited about the Cup Final year after year. But then I see Brian Barwick and it all goes wrong ..

I suppose we should be grateful. I mean, at least Garth Crooks was kept pretty quiet this year, eh?