At Loftus road tomorrow, if the web forums are to be believed; hundreds, or perhaps thousands of you will sing the song that has divided the club's support since October: “Anton Ferdinand – you know what you are.”
When first aired in Genk three months back, shortly after John Terry's alleged racial abuse of Anton Ferdinand, the song made the back pages.
If sung tomorrow, just four days before the Blues captain is due in court to fight his charge, it'll make a lot more.
Some are keen to point out that the song means something less than illegal; something merely offensive.
People have suggested to me that they sing it because they are telling the recipient that he is a rubbish footballer, or perhaps a liar. Maybe that's true: I'm not about to call anyone racist based on such inferences.
But by far the most frequent argument I've seen for it's singing is: “Nobody can prove what it means.”
In essence, this group are saying: we can be as offensive, or racist as we like – but no court will ever find us guilty of it beyond reasonable doubt.
In itself this is not entirely true: as enough of these people have left an audit trail on social media sites that, should they ever come before the Magistrate, it is likely to be an open and shut case.
But above all else, there is one thing of which people singing this song tomorrow at Loftus Road should be in no doubt: whatever you intend the song to mean, society at large has decided it is both offensive and racist.
Should that song be heard by supporters, journalists, or merely by passers by in Shepherds Bush: the majority hearing it or reading about it the next day, the court of public opinion if you like, will come to the same conclusion – that the fans of Chelsea Football Club who sing it are racists. Some will even conclude that all Chelsea fans are racist.
So, a message to anyone who feels like singing that song about Anton Ferdinand – be it at Loftus Road, or anywhere else: I know what you are. You're someone who is content for the name of our club, the club we all love, to be dragged through the dirt. And that's something we may all have to live with for while.