‘OOPS, we did it again’.

When American singer Britney Spears brought out her singularly titled song in the new millennium year, Burnley were promoted to the Championship under the guidance of Stan Ternent.

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Although never once in a million of those years did I expect us to actually make that giant step up to the top table of English football in my lifetime such were the vast cash differences between us and the so-called big clubs.

Yet for the third time in seven years the Clarets are going up to the Premier League, which in itself is an absolutely fantastic achievement verging on the magical, and once again have a golden opportunity to write their own script competing against the big boys.

Not that you’d notice it that much in the tabloids as for the second consecutive premier promotion a ‘bigger’ story has taken the headlines to steal our thunder the very next day.

Do you remember after clinching runners-up spot against Wigan on Easter Monday in 2014 the following morning Man United sacked David Moyes? It continued to dominate the news all week.

And would you credit it, once again Tottenham did us no publicity favours by allowing Chelsea to grab a point that handed Leicester City the Premier League title. Yes of course the Foxes story is one from a fairytale book, but even so Burnley’s success, once more against the odds, is truly remarkable and deserves full acclaim.

Besides the lads that have delivered out on the pitch throughout nine demanding months, congratulations must also go to all involved, right from the backroom staff to the chairman Mike Garlick and directors for appointing a man I have now termed ‘Dynamo’ Dyche after the world-famous young magician.

How else can you describe a manager who had three of his top players in Kieran Trippier, Danny Ings and Jason Shackell perform a vanishing act before he could craft together an effective unit to challenge for, and be accepted once again as members of, the exclusive ‘magic circle’ club that is the Premier League?

Dynamo can conjure up yet another trick on Saturday if Burnley can lift this divisional trophy for the first time since 1973 when a draw at Preston won us the title. Admittedly, I did celebrate a little too enthusiastically that night and somehow ended up sleeping in a lifeboat on Blackpool promenade! I’ll try and avoid a repetition of that over exuberance, although if we do win it I do hear that the Cutty Sark is a comfortable resting place housed in the custom built dry-dock at Greenwich.

Don’t expect our game down in south east London to finish in tandem with the rest of the Championship on Saturday as the locals are revolting! That’s not an offensive reflection but a description of their present rebellious mood as the fans are planning a last wave of disruptive measures to ram home the message of defiance against their current owners.

Beach balls, flares, banners, and pitch invasions could all be brought in once again to emphasise their stance, although they have assured us that an attempt at abandonment of the game doesn’t figure on their agenda.

The players will have to cope with that of course as will we the visiting supporters, and I for one will not be disrespecting Charlton fans’ views as during our desperate decade during the eighties in the lower two divisions our protestations were equally vehemently expressed.

The Addicks are on their fifth coach since Belgian businessman Roland Duchatalet took over two years ago, which is a sad enough indictment of the state of affairs at The Valley, but add to that the statement that according to chief executive Katrien Meire the club now exists solely to find players to sell on to the Premier League and you can understand the home fans angst.

One such commodity could be the impressive Icelandic international Johann Berg Gudmundsson who not only scored at Elland Road but has looked like their star man since coming back into the Charlton first team.

There is one omen in our favour that was achieved by former manager Eddie Howe last season when he took his Bournemouth side down there on the final day to clinch a 3-0 win which secured them the Championship trophy. In fact the very cup that Burnley proudly held aloft when they last won the top division back in 1960. Now wouldn’t that be a happy ending?