I was actually unwell on the days leading up to the game two years ago, but there was no way that I was going to miss it.
I didn't think we were actually going to do it, but I went along anyway because if we did win the title and I had missed it then I would have never forgiven myself.
I was meant to have been working that day if I hadn't been unwell, but I didn't phone to resume because I wanted to go to the game.
That day is one that I will remember for the rest of my life. The anxiety, the constant checking of the Raith score, the feeling that this is actually happening, the euphoria when we were confirmed as champions.
I was watching the "celebrations" video the next morning and guess who popped up in the video? Me. Off sick from work but going absolutely mental on the pitch. I was praying that my employer didn't find that video!
Of course supporting Ayr United isn't always easy, but days like that make me proud to be an Ayr United supporter. My papa and my Uncle Wullie were both massive Ayr supporters and are the reason I got hooked on Ayr United. They both died a few years back, but they would have absolutely loved that title win.
During the melee after the final whistle, I lost the Ayr scarf that Uncle Wullie got me for Christmas when I younger. I was gutted to lose it because he gave me it, but I'm sure that he would have approved of the circumstances in which I lost it.