Cardiff’s goal at Wembley FA cup semi Ipswich fourth goal at Wembley play off final . Coming whilst we had them on the ropes looking for the equaliser and that goal killed us dead . Brunt’s for Wendy last minute having outplayed them with ten men most of game .
2-2 draw at Filbert Street , Steve Agnew hit a beauty that I was directly in line with, no swerve or dip, straight as an arrow into the top corner.
Absolutely shocking penalty award. Was for handball despite our defender (Morgan?) wasnt even looking at the ball.
Loved that goal , i was there & remember the wendy fans taunting Ronnie when he was warming up singing fat bast--d to him , & the Barnsley fans giving it them back when he slotted it past Bob Boulder , great day & as it was a monday afternoon it meant a great monday night in the pub followed , happy days
People having strokes are getting younger too. Like the flasher who broke into the old people's home before Lockdown. He was met by three old ladies on the corridor. Two had a stroke the other wasn't quick enough.
December 21st 1996 Blunts 0 Reds 1 John Hendrie The day i really started to believe we were going to go up. Correct me if i am.wrong but did we briefly go top of the league that day?
Even 90 minutes of the Ponty End singing "D I W ank I O" in the return game at Oakwell wasn't enough to take the pain away. In fact the pain's still there nearly 24 years later
Yes, we were top of the league at Christmas. The month before I told mi Mam if we were top at Christmas, we'd go Up. I was right https://www.11v11.com/league-tables/league-division-1/25-december-1996/
About three or four times a year, I dream about that wind assisted free-kick that Birmingham scored against us at home. I still haven't saved it. Other than that, I have been known to shout out expletives when I think back to Carlton Palmer's injury time equaliser in 1990.
S Super John’s big arse shielding the ball & a nifty turn & low shot. His back heel at Oakwell wasn’t bad either..
I remember that. Seemed to watch it in slow motion not believing it had gone in. In a boozer after the match a bloke rushed in with a bit of turf he’d ripped up. Stood there and ate it and the place went mad. I’m all for celebrating but somebody took it too far. Walking through Peel Square I noticed a bloke scrabbling around on the roof of the bookies next to the Indian. Next thing I know he’s chucked down a massive pile of cabling. Heavy stuff an all. One length hit me on the shoulder.
Steve McManaman's winner for Liverpool in the Willard debacle. Despite going down to 9 men, we'd managed to equalise to make it 2-2. Whst a result that would have been, in the circumstances. That goal still haunts me.