There are some right miserable so-and-sos around, saying the FA Cup is not a priority for their club and putting league position ahead of glory. Money trumps trophies, basically is their argument. We should cheer balance sheets rather than victories. Well not here. No, siree. The romance of the Cup is alive and kicking. The road to Wemberlee is strewn with hope and joy. Because strait is the gate, and narrow is the way, which leadeth unto life, and few there be that find it. We shall savour it. If you're not in the fourth round but remain content, go and take a look in the mirror, mine your soul and riddle us this: are you truly happy? Is your heart beating? Have you 'been to paradise but never been to me?'