BLOG: CHELSEA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE WINNERS PART 2

I watched the events unfold in my old student bar in Kensington SW7, just to feel that extra bit of atmosphere. It was just mental, I cannot believe we finally won the Champions League!!

My thinking beforehand was this. Whilst we've been unlucky in recent years, especially going close since Abramovic took over the club, I've always believed that we would eventually win it at some point, certainly in my lifetime. And I was satisfied with that, honestly. We didn't have to win this year from a Chelsea supporter's view. Let me continue.

What made it so important this year however, and what made it that much more special for me, was to see the likes of Frank Lampard and Didier Drogba lift the trophy. They, along with Petr Cech, Ashley Cole and John Terry, have been tremendous players for Chelsea FC over the years and it was clear that, as the one remaining winners' medal that had eluded them, this was the one they so badly wanted. That's the desire that transcended to me, and presumably every other Blues supporter. To see them soak in the joy of this quite monumental victory was truly priceless, and that's what makes me so happy. Well done boys and thank you.

BLOG: CHELSEA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE WINNERS PART 1

I've left it a few days to sink in. Still can't believe it. It's such an incredible achievement, especially given that agonising defeat against Man Utd in 2008, as well as the not-so-good season we had endured this year, which included a miserable position in this very tournament trailing 3-1 against Napoli.

But we fought back with the most enthralling matches I have ever experienced, to beat Napoli 4-1, to knock out Benfica, and to get one over Barcelona through sheer grit and determination like I've never seen before. And topped off with an excellent penalty shootout, I just feel so proud to be a Blues fan. This trophy is oh so special for us, truly making history. To say the least, I am absolutely buzzing.

DIARY: CHELSEA KNOCK OUT BARCELONA

It is no exaggeration whatsoever to say that that was the most exciting game of football in my life. Tom Jones and Danny seem to use the term so freely in The Voice UK, but I genuinely mean it. I don't think a non sports fan will ever understand the feeling either. And nor can I explain it. I woke up this morning with a huge grin on my face.

I went to a pub with my coach colleagues to see the widely anticipated Champions League semi-final second leg between Chelsea and Barcelona, with the Blues carrying a 1-0 advantage going into the tie. I feared the worst as soon as Cahill pulled his hamstring and was subsequently substituted after like 7 minutes in. And that was fast heading to become reality as went 2-0 down and saw our captain sent off. Which, by the way, was plain stupid. Never have I not had reason to defend John Terry through all his controversies in the recent past. Shocking really.

But then Ramires pops up out of nowhere with the best finish, doing a chip more delightful than any of Messi's hundreds of successes. And what an exquisite pass by Lampard too, worth more than one assist. And after the longest 45 minutes in the history of football, defending and blocking everything Barca sent our way, Torres kills the lobbed ball with magnetic control, before running half an empty pitch and rounding Victor Váldes to seal our place in the Final for only the second time. The lack of population in that Barca half was more ridiculous than anything I've ever seen in a game of FIFA let alone at such a huge (and very real) stage. What a fucking moment that was. The atmosphere in the pub was awesome, my emotion was through the roof and it was simply an experience I will never have again. For sure. It was that good. If only you could understand...