They will recall the delicious one-two conjured up by Didier Drogba for a brilliant extra-time winner.

And over and over they will show the video of Jose Mourinho's manic sprint of elation down the Wembley touchline as Chelsea beat Manchester United 1-0.

But no-one will mention the football played by the two best teams in England.

The 2007 FA Cup final was a great occasion, but it was a long, long way from being a great match.

So thank heavens for the history and the nostalgia.

For Des Lynam's on-pitch chats with Live Aid legend Bob Geldof, boxing's Henry Cooper and World Cup hat-trick hero Sir Geoff Hurst, who had all played such memorable parts at the old stadium.

For the parade of past footballing heroes, including Denis Law, Ian St John, Derek Temple, Ron `Chopper' Harris, Ian Rush and Ricky Villa.

Sir Alex Ferguson made a point of shaking each hero's hand as they filed down the touchline, reserving a particularly warm embrace for former United stars Mark Hughes and Peter Schmeichel.

After which Prince William formerly opened the stadium. Cue for the Red Arrows.

A fitting opening. A shame we could not report vapour trails on the lush turf.

Indeed, in the first half the `dream final' was the perfect description only in the sense that it sent us all to sleep.

It was dire. Two teams running on empty at the end of a long, hard season. Devoid of imagination.

It must have made Wembley's £4.50 hot dogs seem all that more expensive for the respective fans.

Value for money? Not likely. Not when the two exceptional footballers of the past season, Cristiano Ronaldo and Drogba, contributed so little.

It is not the first time we have expected so much and received so little from the world's most famous competition.

But this was supposed to be different. The magnificence of the new stadium and the hand of history was supposed to raise the players, not see them shrink before the assembled dignitaries.

But that's what happened. Both teams were a shadow of the sides who had made the Premiership such a compelling title chase. Too often they were content to play the ball sideways across the back four, inching their way up the pitch like a set of mating crabs.

A couple of attempts from Wayne Rooney, one surging run and shot from Drogba and a Frank Lampard effort, comfortably saved by Edwin van der Sar. And that was just about your lot for the best part of an hour.

The crowd murmured their disapproval, many of the corporate junketeers chose the canapes and Krug rather than return to their seats for the second half. And really you could not blame them.

The United faithful, however, kept the faith. `Attack...attack...attack,` they chanted. And Rooney at least obliged, one slaloming run in particular causing panic among the blue shirts. If there is one man guaranteed to shed every drop of sweat in his team's cause it is Rooney.

For workrate, if nothing else, Rooney was the shining light in a match in which both defences were magnificent. Special mention here to Rio Ferdinand for United and the mighty Michael Essien for Chelsea, a man whose versatility has served Chelsea so well this season.

But cup finals, especially this cup final, should not be about the men at the back.

They should be about swaggering entertainers.

The bottom line is that neither Mourinho, nor Ferguson, were brave enough to seize the scruff of this match's neck.

Even when extra time inevitably came the action was cagey and ponderous, even if Ryan Giggs did provide the game's biggest talking point when the ball appeared to cross the line following his shot and subsequent slide into Cech.

And then came Drogba's one-two with Lampard and the new Wembley had its first FA Cup winners.

So John Terry and his men climbed the 107 steps to the Royal Box. Winners. Sealed with a kiss by the men in blue. That is what will go down in history.