Arsenal are champions of England.
Take a second with that. Breathe it in. Read it again if you need to.
Right, now we’ve all composed ourselves slightly, we thought you might like to know how the team here at Arseblog are feeling.
So, without further ado…
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Andrew Mangan
I’ve already written today’s blog about last night, and spoken about the players, the manager, and the fans. I’ve had literally hundreds of messages thanking for me the small part Arseblog has played in their Arsenal experience down the years, and they are hugely appreciated.
So I think it’s only right that I talk about another team: the brilliant people I’m lucky to work with at Arseblog. I know how much this title means to them, and without their talent, dedication, and continued support, this website wouldn’t be anything close to what it is today.
The list of names is too big to do it individually. There are so many people who help in front of house and behind the scenes, as well as those who have contributed down the years too, but I want to say thank you in the biggest and most sincere way possible. You’re the best.
My 2025-26 champions (and beyond!) ❤️
Tim Stillman
Last night was a release. Not just for the last 22 years but for this year, especially. We have been told not to enjoy this, that we shouldn’t enjoy it. That not winning the league would constitute some sort of disgrace. That all of a sudden, for reasons that precisely nobody can properly explain, scoring from corners is somehow less valuable than any other type of goal.
The world has watched us and waited for us to collapse. And we didn’t. And we have carried that tension, that sense of everyone watching and praying for failure and nearly every single second of every single game felt like carefully snipping the wires of a time bomb. But now, the war is over. And this triumph is ours, and nobody else’s. We were not the nation’s darlings, we are not everyone’s second team, and that makes it even sweeter, because it’s ours and nobody else’s. And we deserve it. You deserve it.
Lewis Ambrose
I’ve no idea where to begin. For the last few weeks, my brain has delivered me scattered thoughts and memories from the past 22 years. That process has now gone into overdrive. The fights for fourth, the seasons much worse than those, the near misses, the beautiful football, and now slugging it out for nine months.
And then, finally, that outpouring of joy. No asterisks, no more wondering, no more waiting, no more stress. Just a summer of joy and a lifetime of memories, ones that my brain can deliver to me in random moments forever. Congratulations everyone!
Phil Costa
It might be the vodka I was drinking straight from the bottle but I’m still floating. It doesn’t feel real. I don’t think it will feel real for a while yet. 22 years we’ve waited and all the pain, angst, desperation, disappointment, stress, nausea and everything in between has evaporated into this explosion of joy.
I don’t think pictures or videos will be able to do last night any justice because there were so many people. Immaculate vibes, no dickheads, just songs, flares and fireworks. I’ve lost count of how many people I hugged and grabbed by the collar. We just screamed in each other’s faces.
That was for all of us. Near, far, the people still here, the people we’ve lost, thousands spent, air miles racked up, early starts, late night streams. The Arsenal are bloody massive. It all worked out. Let’s do it all again in Budapest. ❤️
Andrew Allen
Twelve hours later, and I’m still not sure it’s really sunk in. When you’ve waited so long for something you’ve wanted this much, how could it? And actually, I’m not sure I want it to. After the immediate release of last night, I want the joy to spread slowly through my veins over the coming days and weeks so I can properly savour it.
I’ve listened to Arsenal win the title on the radio in 1998, watched us crowned champions on TV in 1989, 1991 and 2004, and danced outside Highbury after watching us beat United in a pub in 2002. Last night, I followed events on my phone from the Football Writers’ Awards, called my delirious family as the whistle blew, then immediately jumped in a taxi with friends, both old and brand new, heading for Holloway Road.
Earlier in the day, I’d written that not winning the title on a home matchday meant “everyone now has to find their own way to the promised land.” Well, they did, en masse.
Seeing people of all colours, ages and persuasions walking, jogging, driving, biking and dancing in the same direction felt like something out of a film. Nobody really knew what to do once they got there, but being there was the important bit. Honestly, the scenes were reminiscent of an uprising or a revolution.
After standing in the middle of it all for a while, watching the fireworks and strangers hugging and chanting, I took myself off for a quiet moment. I sat on the steps by Block D, where I’ve entered the stadium for the last 20 years, and had a little cry. To the lad in the 93/94 shirt who was sobbing nearby, that hug was special, man. I hope you enjoyed your night.
And the best bit? We get to carry this feeling all the way to Budapest.
Arseblog Tom
I was 25 in 2004 when Arsenal last won the league. It was a lifetime ago, and as Andrew said in the blog – while I never took it for granted, it didn’t feel like something that wouldn’t happen again for quite this long.
This time round, I have a ten-year-old son and a six-year-old daughter, both in Arsenal shirts. My son has been to a few games, and one of his favourite moments was meeting Declan Rice shortly after he signed. He doesn’t fully understand yet what this moment means – but one day he will, and I’m so glad he’s going to grow up knowing what this feels like.
Enjoy it. Wallow in it. Consume all the #content you can. These moments don’t come around nearly as often as it feels like they might. It’s precious – share it with the people you love, and with every Arsenal fan who understands exactly what you’re feeling right now.
Jeorge Bird
It’s a fantastic feeling to win the league after so long, and the contribution of several academy products makes it particularly special. Bukayo Saka is now a major star in a title-winning side and has been a key part of this project all the way through. It is also positive to see Myles Lewis-Skelly and Ethan Nwaneri get medals in a season that hasn’t always been straightforward for them. Eberechi Eze’s story is incredible and should serve as an inspiration for released youngsters, while Max Dowman’s contribution as the youngest ever Premier League scorer makes this campaign even more memorable.
Hatta Aziz
Seeing all these photos and videos of the title celebrations, I love how happy it has made everyone feel. It’s a joy that was borne out of 22 years of ups and downs, and I hope there are more celebrations to come. Because the worldwide community deserves to feel this joy for a little longer.
There’s more to come, too…
As soon as we hear back from James McNicholas, Jamie Spangher, Jacob (aka PoorlyDrawnArsenal), Jason Ilagan and Aidan Gibson, we’ll update the post.