The last 3 weeks has changed everything.
Our new "owners" might not yet actually be our owners. But it is clear they will be. And, marvellously, it is clear that they are here for the duration.
In 1961 I went to my first match. We were then in the First Division, now called the Premier League, and I saw my heroes for 4 matches before we were relegated.
We had some great seasons after that. I was there when we beat Real Madrid. Clarkey, rest his soul, scored the unforgettable Cardiff City goal.
I went to Sheffield, when victory against the hideous Sheffield United would have sent us up. We failed. We lost 5-1. I was in school. We got into trouble for taking an afternoon off.
Between then and now, I have suffered some dreadful foootball, some dreadful players, some dreadful chairmen, and a real degree of embarrassment.
Nearly 50 years on, for the first time really, we look truly ambitious. What has happened this week might just rebalance the feeling of hopelessness that has affected not just one but a few generations of supporters when we sold Toshack.
I am a realist, but I am also a romantic when it comes to Cardiff City. FA Cup Final? Never in a million years. It happened. 10 years ago I would have been happy with that as a net return for my lifetime support.
Now?
We are going up automatically, and this is only the start.
However, with my experience of big days at home, I expect us to lose 1-0 to Doncaster on Saturday.
I have to expect that. It's what happens.
Rich