Champions!

That's it. At last, after hundreds of games. Coming close, and coming not so close, finally, for the first time in most of our lives, we're Champions of the English Football League.

We all travelled to Bolton in hope, knowing a draw would make us wait for the Arse result again on Monday night, and at half time, it didn't look good. 0-0 and not a lot of hope. Bolton had the better of the chances. The second half was a different story though and we played very well, Lampard scoring a superb goal to send us wild.

We were lucky to be standing at the front, where the players celebrated, and the atmosphere was amazing. We believed we could hold it when we were 1-0 up, and friends were remembered in the chants....Dennis Wise, Gianfranco Zola, Matthew Harding. It was coming, and then with 15 minutes to go, Frank was put clear by the magnificent Makelele, and the agonising slow motion that is one-on-one ensued. He took it round the keeper, and then calmly won the title for us! 2-0 game over, and everyone knew it this time.

The Bolton fans were really great. Most stayed at the end to watch the celebrations and applaud, and outside after they were congratulatory and seemed pleased that it was us.

Have you ever seen Chelsea win the league? That's the usual song sung by the Arsewipes, Manures and Scousers. Well, now you have. And you better get used to it.

The feeling can't be described. The first title will always be the best, so we'll enjoy it at Anfield tonight. It's the second leg, and we will score. Come on Chelsea!