Well bloody hell – Arsenal are in the European Cup final.
How does that sound?
The first London club ever to make it there, and itâ€™s none other than our very own rip-roaring reds. We made it!
Has it sunk in? Er, no.
OK, so we only made it by the hair on our chinny-chin-chins, we played like drains [clogged up ones, with bits of kitchen waste in], but we made it nonetheless, and now the mad dash for reasonably-priced transport to Paris can begin.
The nails were being chomped off at alarming speed, Iâ€™d drunk more beer than the governmentâ€™s recommended daily allowance by about five minutes in, and until Supermann saved the penalty right at the end, I can honestly say it was about as enjoyable as a trip to the dentistâ€™s.
But for now, we can just savour it.
More later, when boring stuff is out the way.