No-one deserves it more. Jordan Stewart was like a kid with 20 Christmases coming all at once. Mad Frank celebrated for all of us put together. Big Trev didn't know how to open the champagne. Micky Adams got a bucket of ice over him and said the F word a lot on Sky. Bloody great.

A packed house was kept in suspense as the teams took their time coming out. Eventually Birch appeared to rally the troops and get the crowd buzzing. Cue the Post Horn Gallop and lots of balloons and paper. The Brighton fans passed their big flag around and sang out loud.

Brighton, playing in the brightest red ever seen, strated the strongest and tested Ian Walker after only a few minutes when Paul Brooker forced a save which Walker parried out.

Bobby Zamora, who the City fans were watching clsely after Micky again said he'd like to sign him for next season, looked pretty useful at the start of the game. "Bobby for Leicester" sang the Kop which must have had the poor Brighton fans a bit peed off. If they go down could Zamora turn down a £3m move to a Prem club (if we find any money) rather than stay in the 2nd division? We shall see.

City then made a good break and the ball went to Dickov out on the left wing. He dummied beautifully to go down the wing and sent a great cross into the near post. A flying and very brave, if not a tad mad, header from Muzzy Izzet rocketed into the back of the net. And we had money on him to score first so a good start to the game!

The City chanting began. We are going up, We're going to win the League, We are Premier League etc etc. Top of the league rang out incessantly.

The game wasn't particularly entertaining for a while. Elliott wellied a cracking shot just wide at one point and Walker had to tip the ball over with a good save from Watson. He also saved a shot from Mayo. Muzzy Izzet made a late challenge from behind and it was no surprise to see him end up in the book. 15th of the season...will he get a suspension or has it all now been wiped this late in the season?

City eventually made things a bit safer. Muzzy swung in a perfect corner and Jordan Stewart was on the end of it with a bullet header. He went off to do a silly dance with Trevor Benjamin and City fans finally started to think maybe we were up.

Half time saw the Leicestershire County Cricket team come and say hello and introduce some of their new boys for the forthcoming season. They rallied the troops reminding us we were the sporting capital of England and urging City back to the Prem.

The East stand started the wave. The West stand stopped it. Miserable buggers. Dickov started the wave. It didn't get very far. It eventually got going at the end of the second half inbetween us having a disco and standing up if we loved Leicester.

Micky let Tommy Wright, Brian Deane and Andy Impey, all who've played a big part this season, on for the last 10-15 minutes, allowing standing ovations for Dickov, Benjamin and even Rogers, who'd nearly scored the goal of the game with a great run and blasting shot that just went over te bar.

Time ticked down. It got to 80 minutes on the clock. "We're going up in 10 minutes" sang the Kop. 81 minutes. "We're going up in 9 minutes" they sang, and so on.

With 5 minutes to go they put a score flash up on the scoreboard...Preston 2 Sheff Utd 0. We were up!!!!! The place went bananas.

Scowy nearly made it three when a shot was saved and the follow up hit the post.

4 minutes of injury time were added on. Probably for Muzzy's Turkish moments. "We're going up in 4 minutes" sang the kop. Three minutes later we were whistling at the ref. Not because we thought Brighton would score 2 in the last minute, but because we finally wanted promotion and to see the celebrations.

At last he blew and the place erupted.

Micky Adams celebrated with his dug out and then headed over to the Brighton fans, applauding them all. It'll be a shame if they go down but results didn't go their way today. More chance of us getting BZ if they get relegated.

The City fans stayed off the pitch, probably cos we can't quite work out how to get over the hoardings fast enough. One guy got on and Birch shooed him off.

The players grabbed "We're going up" banners to wrap around themselves and started opening champagne. They went off briefly but soon came back out to take 2 laps of honour.

Jordan Stewart was running around as if he'd won the treble. He danced around in front of the Kop and got us all going. Taggs roared in front of us. Mad Frank ran around waving his banner and then came back out with his little baby on his shoulders. Martin George brought out Micky's little lad to go round with his dad, and Matty Elliott's son came out to be with his dad too.

We, of course, bounced around to "rocking all over the world". Some things never change!

Now all we've got to do is win the next three games and we get that beautiful trophy too.

Bugger the Football League!