I was there too!! It was an amazing day - it felt a bit wierd because before kickoff I simultaneously beleived that the title was in the bag and that there was no chance of Alty actually winning the league (following on from the previous season's second in the NPL). These two feelings had co-existed through the season what with the losses at Telford, Yeovil and Worcester in the early part of the season and the massively depressing abdications at Nuneaton and Barnet being offset by our amazing home form - confident that we'd win every game and some great away performances at Maidstone, Kettering, Wealdstone, Leamington.
And because it was a brnad new league, you had no idea what any of the opposition would be like - even down to the last day of the season and the match at Gravesend. Which in the end turned out to be an anticlimax - we won too easily - but the celebrations afterwards were not anticlimatic at all, oh no!
Looking back, I recall a similar dichotomy of feelings at the Wycombe trophy semi-final -we can win and we can get stuffed simutaneously but having no idea about the opposition - another match that ended up being euphoric and anti-climactic, although with the extra spice of several hundred Wycombe skin heads (I was behind the goal in the away end!)#
Winning the title the following year never meant as much to me as winning the title the first time - probably a bit blase by then!