And now you're gonna believe us...

Words can barely describe what we as Burnley fans experienced at Reading last night.

The emotion, verve and adoration of all things Claret and Blue was summed up by our two thousand one hundred fans crammed into the Madejski.

From well before the first, to long beyond the final whistle, we sang to inspire the team we love.

Two breathtaking goals were followed by equally breathless celebrations.

The ecstasy, mania and madness that followed Martin Paterson’s thunderous drive and Steven Thompson’s execution of technical excellence eclipsed the scenes and feeling that followed the win at Chelsea many months earlier.

In fact, the emotions conjured up by last night’s game betters anything I have felt as a fan of Burnley Football Club.

The collective unity of the Claret and Blue voice in full force is something to behold, something which makes our small town so great.

It is what makes the game of football and privilege of supporting your local team the most addictive and fulfilling drug.

The come downs and lows are brutally hard, but the highs that come with being part of the cause is something truly special.

The voices of the travelling away support were beamed to millions across the world who must now be sitting up and taking note of what this football club could be on the verge of achieving.

What makes it even more remarkable is the use of only twenty three players throughout the season, the tiniest squad in the Championship.

On closer examination you’ll find that Diego Penny and Remco Van Der Schaff only made one appearance each, while Ade Akinbiyi, Alan Mahon and Alex McDonald appeared on only a handful of occasions.

The close knit nucleolus of the squad has fused hard work, quality and belief into the perfectly potent tonic for promotion.

Commiserations to Reading, their supporters who stood to applaud both our team and fans are true appreciators of the game. Their sportsmanship added an extra layer of emotion to what was already a highly charged evening. Steve Coppell will be a great loss to their club and football.

We must now look beyond Reading and ahead to our day of destiny.

As we sang to Kevin Blackwell last night, he and his Sheffield United are next. Our Yorkshire rivals are the only thing that stands between us and a return to the promised land.

Three days after celebrating his nineteenth month in the job Owen Coyle will look to end our thirty three year wilderness from the top flight.

The Master of the Universe was right not to bring the team back out to celebrate with the fans last night.

The players cannot take their eye off the ball until the job is done. They will briefly enjoy the moment before refocusing to make sure we can all stay behind and party together come Bank Holiday Monday.

Most of the town will set sail for the wealthiest game in football under the Wembley arches in twelve days time.

Although after the pride and hope Burnley Football Club instilled in us all last night, I can’t help feeling we are already some of the richest fans in football.