That one was for vengeance.
That one was for 54 points, Selhurst Park, Craig Alcock’s knee and eight years of near misses.
It was for those seasons under Dave Robertson, Graham Westley and Steve Evans.
For Rick Parry, Wycombe Wanderers and every other side who said they couldn’t play 10 games without fans last season and then proceeded to play 46 with nobody in attendance this time around.
That one was for points per f*****g game.
Make no mistake about it, this moment was stolen off us a year ago – but it only serves to make it sweeter this time around.
Some have complained that not being able to be in the stadiums has made them feel more aloof to proceedings in football, but that hasn’t been the case here.
Perhaps it is the desire to see justice served, or perhaps it has been the lack of outside distractions, but for many Posh have been the one constant source of happiness throughout this pandemic. This means just as much as if we had been in London Road to see it.
Posh have been there three times a week to take the abuse, the acclaim and the applause.
They have played, and they have played and they have played. And they have won, and won and then won some more.
And then they went 3-0 down. And all of a sudden time began to stand still.
All those near misses, all those years of hurt, all those doubts – they were resurfacing.
But this team – this brilliant, relentless team – somehow fought their way back from the bleakest of situations to gain the most precious of all points.
Darren Ferguson’s role in all this cannot be underplayed. His management has been simply outstanding. That statue of Chris Turner outside London Road deserves a partner next to it now.
For Posh those eight years outside the Championship have seemed like a long absence. So much about the club has changed. New owners have arrived, a new stand has been built, hundreds of players have come and gone – yet Ferguson is there at the helm again, just like in 2008/09, just like in 2010/11.
That is no coincidence. There have been times when Posh have wobbled this season. A defeat to Portsmouth at Fratton Park in December was a particular low point. But Ferguson had the answers. In came Idris Kanu, Flynn Clarke and Harrison Burrows and Posh proceeded to storm past Rochdale, with a new lease of life.
How many managers would have turned to experience rather than youth at that vital point?
That win over Rochdale may not have appeared much on the surface, but it was arguably the turning point of the season. The victory stopped a terrible run, it saw Posh regain confidence and then mount a charge for the title.
Even in January there were doubts. Posh’s decision not to sign anybody was widely criticised, with concerns forming about the depth of the squad, but Ferguson has been totally vindicated now.
The next big test strangely came after Rochdale again. Posh threw away a 2-0 lead against League One’s then basement club and then lost heavily to Blackpool. That may have caused some to panic, but Ferguson’s sides always finish the season strongly and they have got over the line again, while Sunderland faltered.
Next season will present its challenges, and they will be vast, but Posh have reasons to be optimistic. With a new stadium on the horizon, a burgeoning academy system and a talented attacking squad there should be genuine belief that we can compete in the division above.
For now though, this should purely be treated as a time of celebration. These are the moments that make all those years of pain, all that money spent, all the hours dedicated to watching, worth it. These are special, unforgettable moments.
And in the years gone by when Posh fans speak about that penalty, that is all that will need to be said. For there will be no further description required.
Because that one was for a whole season. That one was for promotion. That one was for Peterborough United.