There is a scene in the magnificent musical masterpiece Spinal Tap where guitarist Nigel Tufnel is asked by the narrator why his amplifier goes up to 11.
"Well, it's one louder, isn't it?" is the natural response from the legendary axeman, and while Liverpool fans still bask in the return to Premier League glory after 30 years, for Ballymena United fans it is a case of 'it's one more' when it comes to getting their mitts on the Irish Cup.
Yes, it was 1989 when sky blue ribbons last adorned the famous old trophy in the merry month of May and, after a nerve-jangling semi-final against the old enemy Coleraine on Monday, now Glentoran await in the decider tomorrow night.
The relief at the end was palpable, but let's cast a discreet veil over Eoin Bradley's peccadillo. The emotional and physical energy expended by both the Sky Blues and Glentoran make you wonder whether they will have to be lifted onto the Windsor Park turf when tomorrow comes.
Monday was a crazy and, at times, surreal day. You wait months for one semi-final and then suddenly two turn up, but with no one on board and empty seats as far as the eye can see.
At least there will be 500 lucky fans in place for the final, but, while that is to be welcomed and has now become a proud boast for the IFA that they are the first in the UK to allow bums back on seats, it still feels woefully inadequate.
For those making it to Wonkaland with their golden ticket and mask it is wonderful, but for those missing out again it hurts badly.
And I am one of them. My own shielding officially ends on July 31 but I am on lockdown in my 'office', better known as the spare room, but at least it means I don't have to dander around like a sky blue Zorro for the evening.
I also missed the Sky Blues' last final, best man duties in Glasgow meaning that I had to sit out the 2-1 defeat by Glenavon in the 2014 decider at Windsor Park.
I was also deemed too young to travel 'all the way to Belfast with those bombs' as I seem to remember it being explained to me for missing out in 1981 and 1984, so my only happy Irish Cup final memory is that gloriously sunny day back on May 6, 1989.
A full 31 years ago, but the memory still lingers as much as the Lynx Oriental did around the time.
I almost missed that one too. The minibus we had organised to transport us from a local hostelry was hijacked (I am not making this up) and last seen heading up the M2. I never did find out who the culprits were and their reasons, and who knows, there may still be some poor, befuddled driver desperately thumbing through an atlas looking for Cuba and praying for the invention of Sat Nav.
Three taxis were quickly organised, health and safety - not two words that loomed large at the time - was forgotten as we got seven to each car with limbs, heads, scarves and inflatable bananas dangling out the windows.
We made it to the Oval for 3.17pm. We hadn't missed much, or indeed were in no danger of another adrenaline-fuelled journey as the game was woeful, lit up by one piece of Paul Hardy magic, a cute back-heeled flick that was enough to see off his hometown club.
Much water has flown under Harryville Bridge since Alex McKee and his men came home with the trophy, open-top bus salesmen having had little trade by the Braid over the years, with a myriad of near misses.
There was 1992 and a Raymond McCoy masterclass as Glenavon won 3-1 at Windsor. Indeed, Mid-Ulster has been particularly cruel on United, Portadown ending dreams at the semi-final stage on no fewer than three occasions - 1999 (the semi that turned out to be the final), 2010 and 2015.
There was also the one that really hurt, revenge for Larne at The Oval, Mark Dickson's penalty after Jeff Hughes was cut down in his prime by an errant leg or a mysterious figure with a smoking barrel on the grassy knoll at the Sydenham End. You decide.
I came across an interview I did with Alex back in 2012 and, while many record holders grasp onto their moment in the sun with a vice-like grip, all he wanted was to wave goodbye to his special place in history.
"I remember coming in when Tommy Wright was manager and said, 'Alex, if ever I can do anything for you, just give me a shout'. I said, 'It's quite simple, Tommy, would you just win something and get this thing off my back!"
"The team I had never knew how to give up. We weren't the greatest team in the world, and the Cup final was a disaster! The only good thing about the game was that we won it."
Much the same could have been said of Monday's semi-final. After four months away it was never going to be a classic, but with a certain David Jeffrey at the helm you know any side he sends out will keep on right until the end.
So, it's omens you want then? Okay, 31 years since they won the Cup... well, that 3-1 penalty win means a final spot on July 31. Oh, and since McKee's success there have been 12 managers who have tried and failed to win the trophy - so could it be lucky 13 for Jeffrey?
It's a tough ask. Glentoran looked mightily impressive in seeing off Cliftonville, albeit also needing penalties, and it was great to see Elliott Morris getting another chance to shine on the big stage. I won't say he's a veteran, but he was born two days after the 1981 final...
Jeffrey, of course, is no stranger to Cup success, guiding Linfield to seven wins, and he has won the League Cup, finished second in the league, secured a first-ever win in Europe and fallen just short in a number of finals with the Sky Blues since he returned to management in 2016.
They will go in as underdogs, he'll love that, and it will be fascinating to see how they line up to try and keep tabs on the likes of Navid Nasseri and Elvio van Overbeek, and going to 11 has proved fruitful for the Glens.
Robbie McDaid is a menace. As well as his semi-final strike, he has scored four goals in his side's three league wins over the Sky Blues this season.
But that's enough pessimism, let the fates take over. Jeffrey could do worse than embrace his inner Tufnel for his on-pitch pre-match team-talk - "If we need that extra push over the cliff, you know what we do?" Push it to 11. Steven McCullough with the winner on 31 minutes. You read it here first. Nurse, fetch my sedation.