Hull City in the Premier League

Yesterday was one of the most enjoyable days of my life.

Hull City AFC - my hometown football team that I have supported since a kid - won promotion to the top flight of English football for the first time in its 104 year history after beating Bristol City by a goal to nil at Wembley yesterday. And I was lucky enough to be there, among 37,500 others. It has been a remarkable season, and I've been fortunate enough to go to quite a lot of games, both home and away.

Hull has famously been dubbed the biggest city in Europe never to have had a top flight football. Apparently that was drummed up by some journalist who wanted to describe how awful the team was after a game when the club was close to dropping out of the football league altogether. Whether accurate or not - that piece of football trivia is now obsolete.

10 years ago, the club was at the bottom of Division Three, in financial administration and locked out of its own football ground. Yesterday, all that became a distant memory as thousands of us dressed in black and amber went absolutely barmy when referee Alan Wiley blew the final whistle at the home of football.

The stunning winning goal, a volley from the edge of the penalty area, was scored by Dean Windass, Hull born and bred, 39-years-old, a former pea packer. In footballing terms, he's an old age pensioner. Sports writers in today's Sunday papers have had a field day in scribbling about "a fairy tale", Windass scoring for his home town club to send it into the Premier League for the first time ever. At the end of the match, "Deano" sprinted from the bench (where he had been substituted) towards us. But all he could do was collapse to the ground and weep with emotion.

For a fan, the goal (scored just before half time) was sensational. But from then on, watching the match was agony as time and time again Bristol City had chances to score an equaliser. But we went absolutely mental when that final whistle went - a moment I will never forget. When I first started going to matches at the club's old, run down Boothferry Park, I paid £6.50 to watch a standard of football bordering on the horrific. Yesterday, I paid £65 to watch City win at Wembley - fantastic.

It was a great day out. Two of my friends came down to Kettering on Friday night and we travelled to London yesterday morning. After hanging around the King's Cross/St Pancras area to soak up the atmosphere as Tigers fans arrived on trains from Hull, we made our way to Wembley Park station. It was a friendly atmosphere, with both sets of fans mingling. After a pint it was time to go through the turnstiles. "Breathtaking" is the word I would use to describe the first glimpse inside the stadium. The face of a young boy when he climbed the steps and looked out over the pitch for the first time said it all.

Today I've made my way back up to Hull to continue the celebrations for the rest of the Bank Holiday weekend. Tomorrow, there's an open top bus of the city, giving a chance for the fans to see the players close up.

It will be a minor miracle if we manage to stay in the Premier League next season, but for the moment, we all just want to savour and celebrate the moment. Teams like Manchester Utd, Chelsea and Liverpool will be entertained at the Kingston Communications Stadium next season. Bring it on!