It feels like a historic moment could be upon us today, like those paupers in Paris storming that French institution of tyranny, so we try to storm the Bastille of Stamford Bridge and redress the balance of power and opportunity in English football.
For it is not just glory-hunting cockneys that will be looking at today's result with apprehension and trepidation but also the aristocrat elite of in Manchester, Liverpool and Arsenal(?!), terrified that their life of privilege and dominance may soon come to an end.
Those aspiring revolutionists in the bluer halves of Manchester and Liverpool will also look on with interest, hoping that one of their own can strike a blow for the little man, while raising the prospect of their own prosperity. It shall also be looked upon by every fan of every team currently lying in the shadow of the 'big four', every team who struggles during this famine of glory and trophies.
Or that's what the media would have you think.
I'm more of the impression held by Jesus O'Neill, this game will neither break nor galvanise any challenge on the top four we may or may not have. It's gonna take a mammoth effort by us, along with a relatively bad season by either Liverpool or Arsenal, to crash the Champions League party and although the early signs are looking positive, the season is still in its infancy. Once we've got the crawling and walking with an aide stages out of the way (probably around Christmas), then we can start to speculate how the season may pan out.
At the moment, I'm just hoping the game's as entertaining as last seasons encounter, and that John Terry leaves the field in tears (I could do with another laugh).