Last Sunday's Worthington Cup victory at the Millennium Stadium was one of the greatest days of my life.

And there doesn't seem to be any let-up at the moment because tomorrow's game against Bolton at the Reebok is, arguably, even bigger.

But first and foremost, let's savour those amazing scenes in Cardiff.

Before last weekend, I always knew Cup finals were extra special occasions but Sunday's experience surpassed even my expectations.

From all the build-up to the game itself through to the amazing scenes of celebration afterwards, it was one long magical adventure.

And now I've experienced it once, I want to do it again and again.

As a young footballer growing up on the streets of Great Harwood, it's days like that you dream about.

But the thing about Sunday's experience was the reality was even better than those dreams.

Our form in the league was starting to get a few people down and you could detect a mood of despondency starting to develop around the club. But there's nothing quite like a bit of success to breathe new life into people. And the whole squad has been buzzing in training all week as a result of Sunday's victory -- so much so that our next game can't come quickly enough.

Looking back at the Spurs game, I thought we fully deserved to win on the day.

I know they had a few chances but football is all about scoring goals and the history books will always show that we beat them 2-1.

It was a fantastic team performance in which everyone played their part but, for me, two individuals stood out in particular.

I thought Brad Friedel was absolutely brilliant on the day and if there's a better keeper in the Premiership then I want to see him.

When he first signed for us last season I remember saying to my granddad at the time that he was a top class performer.

And some of his displays for us over the last 18 months have proved me exactly right.

I know the manager has said he wouldn't swap him for anyone else and I have to agree because, as far as I am concerned, he's the best in the country.

And what about Sparky? At 38 and the old man of the team, I thought his legs had gone but he made me eat my words with his performance in midfield.

He must have covered every blade of grass on the pitch and no-one was more pleased for him than me at the final whistle.

He's a genuine legend of the game and don't expect him to hang up his boots at the end of the season just yet.

I've got a feeling we might see him again next season yet because there's plenty of life in the old dog yet.

As for tomorrow, well it's vital we keep the momentum going now.

We've got 12 games to save ourselves from relegation and it's absolutely vital that we start as we mean to go on.

At the end of the day, it's great that we are back in Europe again.

But we need to be in Europe as a Premiership team next season otherwise our performance at the Millennium might feel like a hollow victory in two months' time.