And thank osgoodness for it, because a draw against bottom-of-the-league Portsmouth, as managed by our own former Minister for Satire, would have elicited an unprecedented chorus of boos around sunny Stamford Bridge.
Although, given the weather out there last night, perhaps, "b-b-b-b-b-b-ugger it," might have been more likely.
We started strong, wobbled precariously, before regaining control with a powerful finish from the spot.
Let's face it, if I was Frank Lampard, preparing to take that spot kick, I would have been thinking: "well, even Michael Ballack can miss a penalty..." Although I probably would not have gone on to score quite so convincingly as Frank.
I would more likely have scuffed the kick, watched the ball bobble sarcastically wide of the post, strike an inconveniently positioned water bottle, leap airward in a seemingly impossible manner into the face of a spectator, causing him or her to drop a hot drink on a neighbour, who happened to suffer from severe anger management issues, kick starting an enormous bloody battle claiming several lives.
So, I'll stick to this, for the time being.
Three points, etc. Maybe now we can get on with winning the league again.