MUNSTER it is then, who stand between Glasgow Warriors and Pro12 glory. That fact alone will make it even harder for Toony's Troops to emerge from the Kingspan Stadium with the trophy. In all honesty, I would rather they had been facing Ospreys.
Munster, led as so-often by big Paul O'Connell, will no doubt cheat with their usual outrageousness and panache. The game may well be O'Connell's final game for his province, for whom he is every bit as important as opposite number big Al Kellock is for Warriors. A lot will rest on which of these two great warriors gets the better response from his cohorts.
Glasgow can do it, but, they will need to be fully-focused and up for their biggest challenge of the year.
AT Kingspan, a lot will depend on the referee, and one hopes, whichever official gets the nod, and, please, let it be Nigel Owens, has a better game than the officials have had this weekend.
Even the blessed Nigel came in for some criticism after handling the Munster v Ospreys semi-final, but, perhaps, this was yet another case of the Welsh feeling: "We weren't beaten, the other side merely scored more points than us".
Truly, the Welsh really are the Celtic supporters of rugby - always cheated, never defeated.
Any way, not having seen any of the footage yet, I cannot comment as to whether or not wee Nigel descended from his normal excellence, but, George Clancy and his assistants, who had maybe better stay out of "Up North" for a few months, are not the only officials in the dog house this weekend.
Roman Poite also came in for some stick after this afternoon's wonderful Gloucester v Connacht match at Kingsholm. TV evidence showed one or two of his calls were wrong, with Connacht entitled to feel very hard done by, after losing this cracking game in extra time.
Mr Poite got a couple of huge calls wrong, to the detriment of the Irishmen, and, his performance struck me as yet more evidence that, in rugby, there is a pecking order.
Connacht, as so-often happens with Scottish teams, seemed to be cast as the "diddy" team in the game - they would have had to kill someone to get a knock-out decision in boxing, as I have often seen said. Gloucester got all the breaks going.
There were some fabulous tries, however, none better than Johnny May's late, late, match-clinching effort for the Cherry and Whites. A French-style length of the park effort, it was wonderful stuff, if a bit cruel on Connacht.
Soon to be Glasgow forward coach Dan McFarland has certainly got the Connacht eight firing, if he gets the same response at Scotstoun, Glasgow have won a watch.
MIND you, the big game in Belfast will not be the only showcase match next weekend - with Bath and Saracens going head-to-head in the Aviva Premiership Final, at Twickenham.
I caught both semi-finals on an afternoon spent watching BT Sport on TV. Both games were crackers, particularly the second one, at the Rec, where Bath put more than 40 points on a Leicester team which all but dominated the game.
Bath were in the Leicester 22 just eight times in the match, scoring seven tries and being a bad bounce away from an eighth. The Bath back line, conducted by George Ford, are an awesome unit, but, let's not forget, Glasgow were terribly unlucky to lose to them in Europe, and certainly out-played the Bath backs.
I suppose, we Scots ought to be supporting Sarries, the team a lot of people in England love to hate. Duncan Taylor, who had a terrific game in the semi-final, Kelly Brown and big Jim Hamilton will be in Sarries' match-day squad, while Bath have no tartan tinge to their kit.
I will be in London at the weekend, and, if "Management" can be bought-off, or bribed, I just might make it to the big game at Twickenham.