Surely it is our time. We have waited and waited a long, long time.
We've been through comical coaching duos, food poisoning, wretched selections, the journey, rotation, diabolical referring - jeepers, we've even lost the odd game because we were beaten by a better team.
But now, or make that tomorrow at Eden Park at 9pm, is it not destiny that the All Blacks will win the Rugby World Cup, and end the long years of sorrow?
Can they do it?
Yes. Without a shadow of doubt.
It's a mouth-watering prospect.
But will they?
They should.
They are the best team at the tournament. By a long way.
And are not our lads playing the erratic French?
The side which was smashed by the mighty men in black less than a month ago.
The team which is said to be full of ructions and hates its coach.
The side which lost to lowly, lowly Tonga.
So it is ours then.
A win is more obvious than a reef off Mount Maunganui.
We simply have to turn up.
Ah, no. Afraid not.
Do not count the boys in blue out. They can be sublime one week, poor the next.
They are the proverbial box of chocolates. You simply do not know what you are going to get from the tricolours - they are Gauls remember.
They bred the likes of de Gaulle, Joan of Arc and Asterix.
Past battles suggest it will be tight. Wayne Shelford's scrotum will attest to that. Laurie Mains went grey within a week when the French scored a try from the end of the earth to win a test in 1994.
And the last two times the sides have met at a knock-out stage at a World Cup, France has won.
So it is not a foregone conclusion.
But if the All Blacks play to their potential, stay composed and take their chances, they should be crowned champions.
Come about 11pm tomorrow the nation should be smiling.
And, if it isn't?
Well, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it - after all, sadly, we've been over it before.
