Wembley will be hit by the blues on May 30, as Everton booked their place alongside Chelsea in the FA Cup final.
As a Liverpool fan, however, I didn't quite know how to feel when Phil Jagielka slotted his penalty away.
On the one hand, Manchester United had gone out. Great. No more talk of this "quintuple" and United fans won't be able to claim they've had the perfect season.
On the other hand, it was Everton that had gone through. They're probably on a par with United in terms of rivalries with Liverpool. Certainly, if they were more competitive with Liverpool then Everton would be by far and away our biggest rivals.
In addition to this, my brother and dad are Everton fans, and I knew I'd never hear the end of it if they got through to the final. I could go on about all their previous winners' medals having dust and cobwebs on them because it's been so long, but they would take no notice.
I was suffering a similar dilemma with yesterday's semifinal clash as well.
Chelsea and Arsenal.
Chelsea would probably tip even United as my most disliked club, while Arsenal are no strangers to challenging Liverpool themselves.
In short, it was the worst FA Cup semifinal draw possible for someone who wears Liverpool red.
Who was I meant to support?
The option of just not caring about who won wasn't viable either. After all, Chelsea and Manchester United were still in the competition, and their exploits could have a telling effect on the Premier League title race.
After much deliberation, I decided that Arsenal were the lesser of four evils. Just a couple of hours later, however, they saw their FA Cup dreams shot down by Didier Drogba.
Next in line had to be Everton. Yes, for the first time in my life, I was supporting Everton. Who knew I'd ever want them to win in an FA Cup semifinal?
My dad was adamant I should have been supporting them ever since the final whistle in the match against Liverpool.
He thought I should have some sort of "Merseyside loyalty".
Everton, in this instance, however, were the only ones left that fitted my mantra of "anyone but United or Chelsea."
Unfortunately, extra time forced me to support Everton for 120 minutes rather than the 90 I was already dreading. The penalties merely served to compound my misery.
However, when Jagielka finished off the proceedings with a coolly taken spot-kick the first thing that crossed my mind was "Yes! Man Utd are out!"
This was swiftly and unpleasantly followed by "Damn! Everton are in the FA Cup final!", which was in turn followed by "Well, at least there will be a small club in the final again."
The magic of the Cup has died? Everton fans will disagree. All three of them saw their team progress to the final for the first time since 1995.
They face Chelsea and, once again, I will be forced to sit down and will Everton to win a football match. It just doesn't feel natural. Perhaps that's why so few people do it.
I will be glad when this year's FA Cup is over because, as a Liverpool fan, all I have suffered is anguish at watching our four biggest rivals enjoy Cup success.
To paraphrase Yoosof Farah: "Why couldn't they all lose?"