I know that is a bold statement, especially after the Great Escape season, but every other game, including those epic Great Escape matches, is in the past and, if we don't win today, there is no foreseeable future.
It really does come down to today. If we win, survival becomes a live possibility. If we don't, we are as dead as a fish on a plate in a restaurant.
Go back to the Great Escape season and this is the equivalent of the Bolton game. We had to win it and early goals put us in good heart. That season, Allardyce had just left Bolton - replaced by Mini Me Sammy Lee - and this season, Big Sam has been shown the door by Blackburn. Maybe that's a sign! Maybe!
I am worried though. I am worried about Blackburn corners and a big bugger named Samba. The clever money would be on him to score if he plays, wouldn't it?
So I suspect we will need to score at least twice to win. Cole will probably play in order to help us defend corners. To score twice, Ba simply has to play down the middle with him. If he doesn't, who else will score?
Will Grant risk the mercurial Obinna? If your life depended on somebody, would Victor be your chosen man? He may have a heroic first name but he has an addled brain!
Will Parker be risked? If he can walk, he must play, irrespective of Redknapp's instructions!
Can we win? Of course. Must we win? Absolutely; even a draw puts us down. Will we win? My heart says yes but my stomach is in revolt. And I must sign off now, because the fish I ate last night appears to be disagreeing with me!