On May 25, 2009, under the Wembley arch, two footballing titans of the Championship clashed in a duel that had more at stake than just silverware – it was a ticket to the English Premier League, the footballing promised land. On one side, Owen Coyle's Burnley, who had enchanted all with their free-flowing football, and on the other, Kevin Blackwell's Sheffield United, a team that blended steeliness with flair.

The stage was grand, the stakes even grander. It was not just about the financial windfall that the Premier League would bring, but it was the pride, the history, and the dreams of countless fans resting on the shoulders of the players.

Burnley, having last tasted top-flight football in 1976, arrived with a burning desire to end their 33-year exile. Their journey to the finals had been nothing short of mesmerizing. With the likes of Robbie Blake, Chris Eagles, and Martin Paterson dazzling in attack, the Clarets had become everyone’s second-favorite team. On the other hand, Sheffield United, having been cruelly denied Premier League status in 2007 due to their controversial relegation, were determined to right the perceived wrongs and reclaim their spot amongst England's elite.

The match began, and what unfolded was a riveting tale of football. While the Blades started stronger, it was Burnley's Wade Elliott who would etch his name into Claret folklore. In the 13th minute, a deft touch, a dash of brilliance, and a sublime finish from 25 yards out saw the ball nestle into the back of the net. Wembley roared; Burnley led.

Sheffield, not ones to back down, rallied. Their captain, Chris Morgan, and their talisman, James Beattie, led from the front, carving out chances. But the Clarets' defense, marshaled by the indomitable Clarke Carlisle and the agile Brian Jensen in goal, stood firm.

As the final whistle echoed in the grand colosseum of Wembley, it was Burnley who emerged victorious. The 1-0 scoreline was not just a statistic – it was a culmination of dreams, aspirations, and a relentless spirit.

The Clarets were back in the big time.

The aftermath saw scenes of jubilation, tears, and pure elation. Turf Moor was set to host the giants of English football once more. As for Sheffield United, the valiant Blades would regroup and continue their storied journey in the annals of football.

That day in Wembley wasn't just a football match; it was a testament to the romance, the unpredictability, and the sheer magic of the beautiful game.