The Millwall game and how we snatched victory from the jaws of defeat got me thinking. Occurrences like this have happened before but OMG not really that often.
It’s time for a few of my personal memories to come to the fore during the international break, I guess. I’ll start with that header from Steve Bruce against the Binners in that semi-final.
Yes, I was there. And from the second the ball deliciously hit the net I remember nothing more of what little was left of that game. I was trampled and probably did a bit of trampling myself. Maybe footy life gets better than that, but I don’t really think so.
Loads of folks have been commenting recently about Simeon Jackson’s bundle in against a Derby County side who had to do without Frank Lampard in 2011. Again I was there and the whole ground went ape. Us lot in the Barclay went double ape$hit and I mean it. I honestly thought the Upper was going to collapse and descend into the Lower. Luckily for all concerned it didn’t.
But what I remember more about Simeon Jackson came from a game I did not attend. Andy, John and myself watched Portsmouth v Norwich in the Railway Tavern in Coltishall (sadly now private dwellings) along with around 100 other folks.When David Fox crossed from the right and Jacko stooped to nod it home I think the pub went treble ape$hit – if that is indeed possible.
Andy, John and myself were bouncing around singing campiones, campiones, ole ole ole. Andy is fluent in Portuguese and I speak a bit of Spanish, so we just about got away with it. No-one would have given a stuff anyway.
Guv’nor Dave (a Liverpool fan) put a couple of bottles of Shampoo on the bar. I had a quick swig of it from my previously empty pint glass and disappeared into the night. When I phoned Mrs P shortly afterwards, she thought it was a nuisance call from somebody else as I was so ecstatically happy. Not a common trait of mine as she well knows.
Then there was Justin Fashanu’s stunner against Liverpool in a game we lost 3-5. I wasn’t there for that one because I was stuck in London. And there was also Robert Rosario’s rocket against who knows who, but I didn’t personally see that either for exactly the same reason.
I did see Gossy’s volley in Munchen because I was there. There’s a poster out there somewhere on other sites who goes under the name of Goss Volley. Fair play to him.
People tend to forget how good Mark Bowen’s goal in the same game was. But it was totally eclipsed by Gossy.
This all brings me back to my starting point.
Possibly, no, definitely, my favourite was Robert Fleck away to Millwall (them again) when both clubs were in the top half of the table in what was then Division One. Late 1980s for sure but don’t ask me to pick a precise year.
We went 2-0 up and got hammered back to 2-2. Then in the dying embers of the game Flecky hit probably the most divine volley I have ever seen.
Live on TV and most of the country was talking about us thereafter.
Like I hope they are now. Cos we ain’t bad, now are we?