I quickly tuned into Yorkshire Radio on my Ipad the other day and the dulcete tones of Howard Wilkinson and Blur's "There's no other way" filled my ears, But is it really worth celebrating?
Aidy White (pictured) was born just nine days before we headed to Notts County on October 19th 1991 and convincingly won 4-2, despite going down to an early goal against a side managed by Neil Warnock. For only the second time in my lifetime following Leeds United (I was born in 72), I actually believed we could win the title as we applauded Wilko's troops off from the open-ended Kop at Meadow Lane and one week later we went top - thanks to a 1-0 defeat of Oldham, courtesy of a Brian Kilcline header.
At least I got the 1991/92 prediction right. The only other time I have been convinced our name was on the trophy was in late 99 when we won 2-0 down at Chelsea.
It is understandable that the side managed by Wilkinson never got the credit it deserved from an unforgiving press, the stain of the Revie era still fresh on their minds. However we played some wonderful stuff, the 4-1 victory over Villa in November and who could forget the 6-1 at Hillsborough?
The calamity of the last but one day of the season, the comedy of errors at Bramall Lane gave the experience a surreal feeling, particularly as we had defeated Sheffield United a couple of hours before Liverpool beat the other United at Anfield 2-0. I must admit part of me felt it perhaps should not have happened and it was short-term gain over long-term pain.
Remember the song: "Oi Scum, look what we've gone and done? We've won Division One, we are the Champions!"
Naturally eternal miserablist Sir Bobby Charlton was not very chuffed and the view from the Press Box was plain old Alex Ferguson (in those days) should invest in a decent cigarette lighter because he threw so many matches away.
A popular, albeit jaundiced view was that Manchester United lost it rather than we won it.
There were big changes in the summer of 1992 in the beautiful game. Technically we were unable to defend our Division One title, because we had been migrated into the FA Carling Premier League. Another significant change was, in my opinion, the abolition of the back-pass rule as we knew it.
Chris Whyte and Chris Fairclough had been good, solid signings but not that technically gifted ball-players. Wilkinson's budget was tight, he drafted in the tragic David Rocastle believing Gordon Strachan was on his last-legs and made Eric Cantona's transfer from Nantes permanent as well as spending a hefty sum on one-time Leeds youth protegee Scott Sellars.
Despite the good fortune of a Stuttgart mathematical error on the number of overseas players you could field in the European Cup, Leeds failed to overcome Rangers and missed out on a money-spinning place in the group stages of the competition. Cantona was off to Manchester United and ironically became the catalyst that sparked their era of glory and the end of their trophy drought.
The books were further hamstrung by the requirements to upgrade ER to comply with the Taylor report, Batty was sold and Leeds just did not have the cash to compete with the likes of Manchester or Blackburn.
A golden crop of academy youngsters failed to mature into a latter day super team as predicted and soon cut-price moves to the lower-leagues followed for the likes of Jamie Forrester, Rob Bowman, Mark Ford, Mark Tinkler et al.
In 1996, Sir Leslie Silver admitted the days of paternalist chairmen who funded clubs out of their own pockets were numbered. A PLC was rushed in, the Caspian Group became our new owners and morphed into Leeds Sporting. Wilkinson was replaced by George Graham.
Although Graham steadied the ship, there were rumours Leeds did not have the transfer clout available for the club to push on his ambitions making him vulnerable to predators, eventually Spurs. David O'Leary was installed and almost by accident Leeds were everyone's second favourite team blending an exciting crop of youngsters with some astute signings.
Then came the boom and bust era of Ridsdale, a flood of household names came our way - all on borrowed money. The Bowyer/Woodgate trial revived the old suspicions the nation had about a club rotten to the core. Internally the club self-combusted, O'Leary and Ridsdale were on borrowed time.
Terry Venables came and failed. Professor John McKenzie, I am still unsure what he actually did. The Krasner board, inevitable relegation and asset stripping. Ken Bates, the Watford play-off defeat, a succession of managers, administration, three-years in League One...
I think we should move on quickly from celebrating the class of 1992 due to the onset of morbidity at thinking of what should have followed!