I can't remember a series of Masterchef - celebrity or otherwise - that has worked the three finalists as hard as they've done in this series. Iwan Thomas, Wendi Peters and Jayne Middlemiss looked knackered, tense and seriously on edge as they entered the Masterchef HQ kitchen this evening. Iwan even touched the frame of the door as he strode into the arena, just like Liverpool football players touch the 'This is Anfield' crest before they run onto the pitch. And this was even before the cooking started.

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If you'd have asked me who my money was on before this final, it would have been Wendi, with Iwan pushing her all the way. He had performed brilliantly during the week and, as Gregg and John shouted at each other from barely a foot away from each other, his development had been rapid and rather breathtaking. He's managed to wing it big style - he's been a man out of his comfort zone, but rather than shrink in a corner he's stood up and taken on everything that came his way.

Jayne, who's never been afraid of shedding a tear or two on reality TV, has been the opposite, and had been emotional all throughout the week. She didn't stand a chance... did she?

So everything was down to this last, final, frenetic cook-off after weeks and weeks and weeks of heats and quarter-finals and semi-finals.

Iwan cooked a handsome-looking Thai prawn soup, which delivered, and a messy-looking main of sea bream, red mullet and scallop on what can only be described as a slush of tomato sauce. Gregg and John liked it a lot but it was far from perfection. His Eton mess with wild strawberry liqueur was ace, by all accounts.

Wendi, a really string contender, cooked an enormous starter of goats cheese, beetroot puree and thyme roasted baby beets. Yum. That was followed by turbot with a lobster sauce. Double yum. Pudding was a chocolate bread and butter pudding with prunes in Armagnac and vanilla cream. This was Wendi all over - big, gutsy flavours - and it went down a treat.

Meanwhile Jayne cooked this amazingly beautiful scallops on apple puree with a walnut sauce. That honestly had be salivating. Then it was veal with truffle potatoes and red chard, and a gorgeous little lavender panna cotta for pudding. This seemed to me like proper posh restaurant food and in the end this was what won it for Jayne.

Fair play to her, she came from the back of the pack and, like Iwan might have done in his heyday, scarpered through on the outside.

There was a very funny split-second moment when Gregg and John, surveying the winning yelps from Jayne, both looked at each other and smiled widely, like two parents after hearing their child talk for the first time. In fact, throughout the show in their little shout-offs, they were constantly saying that they were proud of the three finalists for the development and their skill. Like two doting parents.

Time to let them go into the world John and Gregg. Time to let them go...

So my last word on this series? Over to Gregg... Jayne, I first get crooked, crooked fingers, followed by salty, salty tears, some lovely-lovely touching of the face for no apparent reason and then a Geordie accent to wrap it all up. Very nice. Iwan my old son, I get grubby, grubby fingernails, a bit of annoying kid speak and then... woah!.. some serious nervous energy. Then we have Wendi. She starts off with those salty, salty tears again, then this jowely bloodhound jowelyness and then, wallop, some serious huffing and puffing. That is lovely. Nothing short of a triumph.