A day not to forget My day at work yesterday was pretty shitty, however it will be a day I am unlikely to forget for some time.

I listened to the bulk of the Chelsea game, it was interrupted for a while during the 2nd half when I had to take part in a conference call (I didn't say much) but I have to say the commentary on BBC Radio London was excellent.

It was clearly one of our best performances in recent times and I'm just soooo jealous of the 3,000 (+ others in home areas of which I understand there were a few) that were at Siberia Bridge to witness a masterclass performance.

My brother and I used to say that you have to 'give it' when you can, and my did Addicks in the ground give 'it' last night. If I'm honest, it is actually scaring me to think that we are looking like a bloody good team at the moment, maybe the best ever?

Okay, we don't like getting carried away, we Charlton fans know how to keep our size 9's firmly on the ground but you have to enjoy it why you can.

It sounded like each player was a hero last night and no one will begrudge players like Hughes and Holland a night of glory. The old boy at left back I heard was unbelievable too. Recall to the England squad? Okay, I am now getting carried away.

Let's not become glory boys though, we have a huge game Saturday and wouldn't it be nice if a few more of those that were there last night went up to Blackburn?

So after I pulled myself together I had to go out and drink! My, the first one tasted good, I don't remember the last one quite so well!

We settled in a bar on the south-west side of downtown (near Greektown to those that know the City) and watched the White Sox get the all important score in the 8th inning to win 1-0 and sweep the Astros to bring the 'World' Series title home to the windy city for the first time in 88 years.

It was very strange though to see the team owner, Jerry Reinsdorf, go up to collect the trophy - can you imagine that happening in football? Though, maybe its not so far-fetched at some clubs, that Jordan twat would probably consider it his right.

The real hero though was team manager Ozzie Guillen. The outspoken Venezuelan tells it how it is and 'Ozzie's book of quotes' if produced will be top of a lot of people's Christmas list. He was already a god in his native country but the Southsiders will now compete for his immortality.

The atmosphere in the city after was excellent, with car horns sounding and people spilling out onto the street in the drizzle to shout and cheer. The cities skyscrapers joined in the fun too with building lights shining congratulatory messages into the night sky.

Tomorrow the White Sox parade through the city. The party has been a long time in the planning.  ¶ 00:56