Reading Football Club have coloured Berkshire on the sporting map of the UK, Premiership Gold for the first time in 135 years. No longer will we have to look up enviously at our Hampshire neighbours, but stare down at them from the heights of the top flight.
I was one of the doubters, it must be said. When they lost the opening game of the season, I thought that was to augur the beginning of mediocrity, but how wrong could I be. To achieve promotion before the end of March, and even before the clocks went forward was a hammer blow to the chasing pack, and boy did it feel good.
Three generations of my family were able to celebrate this triumph, but think of all the generations before, who missed out on this golden age. I only hope that we can stay there. My thoughts turn to Oxford United, another neighbour. We don't want to emulate their rise and plummet, but it's a tough high-spending world up there and John Madjeski may not have deep enough pockets to finance this dream trip.
Let's hear it for Murty and the boys, and Stevey Coppell and his barmy army. All we have to do now is win the Championship.