Absolutely! My young one wasn't quite born for the Wigan game. His formative years coincided with some of the worst football I have ever seen at the lane and knowing the hurt and pain that following the blades brings makes you question yourself. In the 3 - 1 cup defeat to Preston he asked 'why do our players keep passing to the Preston players Daddy'? 'Because we are crap' I replied! I remember his tears when we experienced loss after loss and it dawned on him that we were indeed crap! Nevertheless he continued to follow the blades and rejected the lure of his glory hunting mates at school who follow Liverpool, City, Man United, Spurs and Chelsea. Then along came Chris Wilder! So yesterday was very special indeed. To watch our team walk out in the Premier League once more and then to sing 'Greasy Chip Butty' felt like redemption, affirmation and the most joyous celebration rolled into one. As I looked at my young lad of eleven years belting out our anthem with pride and hope, all that pain in the lower leagues was suddenly worth it and probably made it all the more special and yes, I then realized that tears were streaming down my face!