In my life as a Chelsea fan there have been many, even meaningless 2nd division league games where we have been losing and come back to draw or win mean a great deal, as do the F.A Cup wins against the mickeys over the years. However the Bolton clincher has to be the one for me. Planned like a military operation I couldn't be there but managed to persuade the wife that it would be nice to be out with the kids somewhere near SB. So the Putney towpath for a nice (gut wrenching in anticipation) Saturday afternoon walk it was, a couple of pints in Barnes before dumping her with the small ones and ending up in the old White Lion with my eldest to see the match. One corner of the pub was taken over by Chelsea with flags hanging from the ceiling and as the match started Fulham and Everton fans drifted in as their match finished. Typically I missed Lampard's first as I was having a piss downstairs but that second goal, clear thorough with only the goal to beat was something you can't put in words. The roar, the willing, the sheer joy of seeing him go wide of the goalie and slotting it in... you knew that was it, we were champions....grown men hugged, tables and beer went flying, Fulham and Everton fans glanced and cursed and how we roared. My greatest memory......hearing my nine year old son sing the Osgood song standing on a table...a song I sang to him before he could talk.