A bit of dopiness - still an Everton trademark - enabled Jim Brennan to strike the classiest goal of the game, but with Norwich centre-forward Iwan Roberts unable to resist a grapple with Alan Stubbs, the penalties which resulted pulled the last plank from under the pretenders from the East.
Eight-three would have given a better picture of Everton's dominance, particularly in an almost totally one-sided first half.
But, sadly, Gravesen's wounded knee buried much of what had gone before. Thus underlining his value to the side.
The Dane has his detractors but he is clearly the motor that powers so much of what Everton achieve going foward - even though that heartbeat sometimes falters alarmingly against opponents more case-hardened that Norwich.
On this occasion, no Gravesen equalled no direction and chairman Delia (that's enough Delia - Ed) fleetingly dreamed of something other than crumbs from the Goodison table.
Dream on, D! Deadly Duncan slapped home his second penalty to prolong Everton's interest in the FA Cup and remind the anoraks that the last time yellow fell to blue, Joe Royle's side eventually lifted the trophy at sun-kissed Wembley.
They will hope for another home draw on Monday, say Gillingham or Telford, and then see what the gods have in store.
In the meantime, Dunc will be canonised and get a whopping pay rise to go with the cheers of the multitudes who rose to him as he departed early to the wings.
Over to you, Mr Dunford. Sense of humour still intact.
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