Tonight, we have to reach the top of our game. Even if we go on to win the World Cup, I don't think we'll have a tougher game than this.
I'm usually a bag of nerves before any crucial match. And this is a big match, a big test for the team.
There'll be other mountains to climb before we can lift that trophy to the sky, but Tuesday’s match is going to be the Everest. I'm desperate for us to win the World Cup, as is the whole of England, as is every country in fact.
I've always been left bitterly disappointed. However, this time our stars seen to be in some mysterious alignment never seen before.
Things 'feel' different. We seem to have broken through some mental barrier that's always plagued us before. It seems to have gone as mysteriously as it came. No doctor will be able to explain it.
Look at Russia on Sunday after their win against Spain. You'd have thought they'd already won the World Cup!
I watched the game with the Russians at a mini fan-fest next to Gorky Park and they were delirious with joy. Afterwards, it was mayhem in Moscow.
The city erupted into celebration. The streets were full of surging, singing fans.
The roads were full of cars sounding their horns, people hanging out of the windows and sun-roofs cheering and waving their flags. It went on until the early hours. And England will be the same if we win.
It'll be talked about for decades. The players will all be knighted. Arise, Sir Harry Kane! No, even better, let him be king instead! King Harry Kane!
And we, all the fans, we can all say to our grandkids: 'I was there.' The fame will follow us all for decades.
Now, I nearly always suffer acute nerves before a big match and so try distracting myself one way or another. I discovered there was an open air swimming pool nearby and so went for a swim, and, after that, a sauna.
The swim wasn't as successful as I hoped. The pool was full of old Russian ladies in their natty swim-caps. You had to swim in channels and because I'm a slow and poor swimmer, they were always catching me up and berating me because I was getting in the way. So I went for a sauna instead and then to the tourist trap of the Kremlin.
Now, I did not expect to see hordes of England fans draping their flags over the walls of the Kremlin, nor did I expect them to be as numerous as they were at Kaliningrad, but I did expect to see pockets of them here and there in good, clean song.
But they seem to have gone into hiding again, which is a shame, because the local Russians love these pre-match sing-songs. There were a few, but I could count them on two hands.
Yes, let's keep it low-key then, let's keep to the background if that’s what it takes. That's what happened in Volgograd and Novgorod. We kept to the background, kept low key until the day of the matches - and look what happened there!
On Tuesday, I hope Gareth goes for the jugular. Attack! Attack! Attack! Let's get the momentum going again. All out attack.
We need to be strong. Fight for every ball, for every yard, at the corner flags, in the box, up front and at the back!
That's the only way to Send Us Victorious! We're not the most talented team in the tournament, so let's fight like lions.
Let's jump in that great big puddle called the World Cup and cause a great splash.
Anyway, England have to win. They can't lose. My dorm is full of Colombians. They’re very friendly and some speak good English. But they seem to think, for some reason, I can get them tickets for the match. What will happen if they win? How could I go back to the hostel and take the stick?
I'm the only England fan there. If they win, I'll have to go and sleep on the roof.
