Well bloody hell – Arsenal are in the European Cup final.

How does that sound?

The first London club ever to make it there, and it’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, I’d drunk more beer than the government’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 dentist’s.

But for now, we can just savour it.

More later, when boring stuff is out the way.

Joy.