And we all thought Huddersfield away couldn't get any better.
Never forget, It was in this cold patch of West Yorkshire that Fulham, on April 14 2001, that Fulham celebrated the return to the top division and an end to the bitter lean years since 1968.
When you say it like that it feels even longer, but what a night it was: a penalty from Louis Saha - his 29th of that season - and the winner from Super Boa Morte.
I always used to joke that three bad things happened at the end of the 1960s, Alan Clarke went to Leicester, the Beatles broke up and Fulham went down to division two, where they didn't belong, but stayed until the following century.
Heavens even in the bad times, Huddersfield away could be good. I froze at the old Leeds Road ground with the faithful 150, on March 10 1990, when we were playing out a drab as ditch water stalemate with Huddersfield under leaden skies.
Out of the gloom, came a joy to behold on that cold day.
Clive Walker, that classy, bald-headed, little genius, picked the ball up in our own half and headed for goal as if he was playing them on his own.
With the ball welded to his right foot, he rounded half-a-dozen players and the goalkeeper and smashed it into the net right in front of us. I have never seen a goal like that before or since; Lionel Messi eat your heart out.
I bet the little master of Barcelona has never had the fans sing :"He's got no hair and we don't care." in celebration of one of his goals as we did for Walker that day.
Anyway, be honest, how many Fulham supporters felt a sinking feeling in their stomach in those first few minutes, at Huddersfield, when the opposition passed the ball around us for fun, then joined the not too exclusive club of teams this season awarded a dubious penalty against us? Eh?
It seems the players themselves didn't give it a second thought, such is their potent combination of confidence and mental strength right now. Another silky finish from the left boot of Scott Malone - our own penalty and two from Stefan Johansen - how glad must be the latter that he took the train down from Scotland this season?
It was great to hear the fans - ten times more than we were in 1990 - singing: "We are going up!" after the third goal. I am a true, long suffering, Fulham fan (I also remember how we shivered in the snow at Huddersfield, in 1991, when we lost 3-1 and Frank Stapleton scored) so, I would have waited until the fourth went in.
"What's going on?" was the shout, at half time, from an embittered Huddersfield fan at half time, according to one of the newspapers.
The answer was simple: an overconfident team had been run over by one of the best passing and courageous, footballing side I have seen in a Fulham shirt for nearly 30 years.
Now for "Bees up Fulham down" Brentford - talking of songs, remember that one? - at Craven Cottage. I am looking forward to it from the bottom of my heart - you might even hear me singing, if you are in SW6 on Saturday, from far away in Africa.
Chris Bishop is the managing editor of Forbes Africa and follows Fulham from South Africa. You can follow him here: @ChrisBishopZA