Post by gazz on Dec 4, 2013 22:08:59 GMT
Huddersfield 0 County 1 - 1991/92
gazza007
It was a Friday night game in our double Wembley visit season, which was also our first out of the basement for over 20 years. The Terriers were a really big club to us and hadn't conceded a goal in something like 600+ minutes at Leeds Road. We had just had Little Willow break his leg in our 4-0 drubbing up at Carlisle in the Autoglass a week earlier, and to add to this Kev was still recovering from an injury, and I don't think Preecey came to us until near Christmas time if I remember correctly. We looked a little lightweight going forward to say the least, starting with Paul Wheeler and Mark Lillis up front, and with Lee Todd making the switch to Left Back for the first time, I wasn't confident.
It was absolutely p*ssing down, and we had no roof on the away end, so we got a right royal soaking too. I remember a few things from the night that had some real significance. Toddy went on to have the game of his life so far for us, and made that Left Back spot his own in time, so you could say a County legend was born that night. Jim popped up with yet another vital winning goal just after the break, following a first half tirade of "f*ck off Gannon you're sh*t" from a quite a few of our fans, thus silencing the boo-boys.
Another brilliant point in that match, which for me gave us the confidence to go on and win the game, was the phenomenal first-half save from Neil Edwards from a Chris Marsden header which just had 'Goal' written all over it. A cross came in from the left, Marsden outjumped our defence to power a header down towards Neil's bottom right hand corner. I was in the opposite end and all I could see was the huge gap at the far post beckoning, but somehow 'Taff' managed to dive full stretch and palm the ball onto the post and to safety. It is one of the best saves I have ever seen watching County, and for me it was the moment in the match that made us believe we had a chance as they were throwing everything at us and still couldn't score.
After Jim put us in front after what must have been little more than a minute or two into the second half, it was real backs to the wall stuff until the final whistle, and I can still see Tash pumping his fist to the crowd for every corner we had to defend. The noise from the County fans was deafening, and there was also a brilliant non-stop chant of 'Danny Bergara's Blue and White army" complete with 'drum' (well, fists banging on the wall of the stand) coming from the small section of main stand seating that some of our fans had been given (jammy gets!).
The final whistle took what seemed like an eternity, but when it came there was a huge roar, not to mention a sigh of incredible relief. The feeling of togetherness we all felt that night was immense, we really were all in it together that night, and the players really showed their appreciation to us for braving the pouring rain and never giving up in our vocal support. I was soaked wet through on one of the club coaches all the way home, but boy was it worth it!
Huddersfield, Hounds and Hangovers
sandbachhatter
My story also relates to Huddersfield, although a different match. I did think about leaving this until 'T' week as technically I think it's spelt T'uddersfield, but I'll no doubt forget by then.
It was our first competitive game after that memorable day at Wembley in 2008. The sun was shining and we started our campaign at the Galpharm, hopeful of just giving a good account of ourselves and not being humiliated.
Mrs Sandy used to have a friend who was a season ticket holder, and I have to say their policy that season of selling season tickets for £100 to get bums on seats was a terrific idea as our opening fixture saw the place nearly full (from recollection about 16,000?). True, a lot of fans bought the season tickets just to guarantee a seat for their bitter derby against dirty Leeds but still, I wish County would show some marketing sense like that sometimes.
Anyway, we met up with Mrs Sandy's friend, let's call him Mr Terrier and he took us to one of the 'home' pubs. I've never seen a police presence like it (until Newport at home a couple of weeks ago where the local plod outnumbered the away fans by 2:1 for some reason).
A word of warning: when in a hostile environment like that and a home fan mentions the name of their ground, don't snigger and say "Hee hee, girl farm." They don't like it one bit.
I'm useless at reporting on, or even recollecting, games so will leave that to someone else should it take their fancy but suffice to say we came away with a respectable 1-1 draw thanks to Tommy Rowe Rowe Rowe and this annoyed the home fans no end. Plus the atmosphere, well, in our end at least, was electric.
Afterwards, we were taken to another hostelry and, as we were staying over at Mr Terrier's before a journey up to Edinburgh the following day, I decided to make the most of the local ale. A little too much, it seems, as I was found around 1am in a side room to the pub, sat cross-legged on the floor having a conversation with the pub dog.
I awoke the following morning and had a vague recollection that Mrs Sandy wanted to be on the road for Edinburgh around 9am. I did try to get out of bed around 11, but managed to get one sock on, felt nauseous and promptly returned to the safety of the duvet. In the end, much to the annoyance of our guests, I finally managed to get downstairs and out of the house around 2pm. I've never felt that ill after drinking before or since and, as such, developed the Huddersfield Hangover Scale which runs from 1 (slight headache) to 11 (Huddersfield Hangover). I was going to make the scale 1 to 10 but some bugger called Richter got in there first.
That is all.
To Hull and Back...Twice!!
hatter in macc
27th November 1993: Boothferry Park
A bitterly cold late Autumn afternoon at Hull's ramshackle former ground gave way to a warm early evening feeling in the hearts of County supporters, as we came away with a useful single-goal victory, courtesy of an Andy Preece strike, to keep up the momentum for a League One play-offs place. Happy days...
There had, however, been another bit of action on the pitch that afternoon which would rival anything the match could offer by way of talking-points. During half-time, and just as the teams were about to emerge for the re-start, a County fan, for reasons best known to himself and his immediate circle of friends, suddenly jumped out of the compact and well-populated away-end, vaulted over the wall behind the goal and ran onto the penalty-spot, where he stood for a few seconds, doing a little dance, grinning inanely and waving his hands in the air, before the stewards began to round on him and close in for the kill, not to mention certain ejection from the premises...
Oh, did I mention that he was completely stark-b*ll*ck naked?!
Quick as a...erm, flash, he somehow managed to evade his pursuers, and jump back onto the crowded shallow terrace, where he was kept hidden by his fellow County supporters until the stewards gave up on the chase and he, presumably, got his kit back on. Never seen the guy at a game since, but am guessing that he must have won himself a few bet-related, post-match pints that afternoon...which might, at least, have gone some way towards compensating for the frostbite!
25th September 2004: KC Stadium
Fast-forward more than ten years, and Hull, having dropped down into the basement-Division, were now back on the rise - near the League One summit, en route, eventually, to the Premiership - and with a spanking new stadium to boot. County, meanwhile, had seen and done the Championship, but were were now hurtling down in the opposite direction, and were destined to finish well adrift in last place in a little over seven months' time.
The resulting goal-less draw this time around was, then, a pretty creditable outcome for County - especially considering some of the hammerings that we were set to endure later the same term. That, mind you, didn't stop the fan who sat nearest to yours truly, Mrs Macc and a nine-month baby Macc Junior from spending the entire game effing and jeffing in the direction of the players in blue and white.
At the end of the game, as we applauded the lads off after gaining a most unlikely point, he began making his way out. On reaching where we sat, he stopped, looked at me, and pressed a two-pound coin in my hand:
"Go and buy your lad some sweets on me, mate. I'm sorry my language has been so bad today - and he shouldn't have to hear that. But, you know, this useless bunch of t*ss*rs we've got just p*ss me off...Sorry, mate, sorry, I'm doing it again, sorry..."
And, with that, he was off. Over seven years on, Macc Junior doesn't appear to have been emotionally damaged by all the profanity of that afternoon...and, as his teeth had yet to come through at the time, we didn't have to get him those sweets, either!
Hockey, Ice
bigfudge
Hockey is full of thousands of stories of joy, kids coming from poverty stricken backgrounds to play pro-hockey, nothing teams making the world take notice and winning divisions and cups, over-time winners, getting one over on your rivals, there is so much to love about the game!
However I feel, as a Vancouver Canucks fan, it is fitting that for all the great times we remember some of the worst times, for example this Summer is as bad as any, with the tragic loss of the Lokomotiv Yaroslavl which was sobering not only for Hockey fans but also for sports fans and just humanity, and of course tragedy struck the Canucks as well with our former player Pavel Demitra dying in the Lokomotiv tragedy and our very own Rick Rypien took his own life due to depression.
The world however rallied around these teams and now in spite of these tragedies, Lokomotiv have retaken their place in the Russian Hockey League system and Vancouver are cruising at the top of the NW Division and could well be on their way to the Stanley Cup!!
Harry Hardy
Sir Rog
Not in the same class as Chris Adamson, obviously, but still pretty good.
Below is a snippet from COWS which needs no further comment from me.
Of all the many, many players who have pulled on a Stockport County shirt since 1883 the name of Harry Hardy is indelibly written in any book, or document, tracing the club's history.
The reason? Hardy became, and remains, the only player to be capped at full level by England whilst on County's books.
The occasion came on December 8th 1924 when the Stockport-born goalkeeper kept a clean sheet in England's 4-0 win against Belgium at the Hawthorns, home of West Bromwich Albion.
Hardy, who had represented the Football League against the Irish League 2 months earlier, (another clean sheet in a 5-0 win), was also selected for England's tour of Australia in March 1925 but, unfortunately, he did not increase his number of 'caps' as the 5 'Test Matches' against the Aussies were not regarded as full internationals.
Hardy joined the Hatters from Ward Street Old Boys, a famous amateur team in the town that's now, sadly, defunct.
He made his debut in a 3-0 defeat at Cardiff on September 4 1920 and went on to make a remarkable 170 consecutive appearances before he missed his first County game, a 1-1 draw with Southampton on October 11 1924, due to his involvement with the Football League representative side.
On his return from Australia he made just 11 further appearances before Everton paid £2,350, a considerable amount for a goalkeeper, to take him to Goodison Park in October 1925.
Hardy made 40 appearances for the Toffees, including 6 when they lifted the First Division title in 1928, before finishing his career at Bury.
Was Hardy County's greatest goalkeeper? That debate will linger on. His statistics, though, in the Hatters' Division Three (North) championship season in 1922, make remarkable reading.
Hardy was an ever-present conceding just 21 goals, a club record that stands to this day. He kept 23 clean sheets in his 38 games, which included a quite incredible 20 from his side's opening 27 games of the campaign
The goalkeeping legend, who was an accomplished oboist spending 13 years as a professional musician, sadly passed away in his hometown on February 17 1969.
Harry Hardy's full league record (image taken from Wikipedia):
Hurst - Hat-Trick Hero
bringbacklenwhite
My personal post number 1966 can only be given over to the England World Cup winning performance of that famous year.
Selected ahead of the nations favourite, Jimmy Greaves, Geoff Hurst was always going to have to do something spectacular to justify his inclusion. A winning goal against Argentina was overdue and ultimately important, setting up a semi-final against Portugal. Bobby Charlton's cracking pair of finishes in that match ensured a Final appearance against West Germany.
The rest is history as Martin Peters (10 years ahead of his time) and Ashton Under Lyne's famous son, Sir Geoff Hurst, scored the 3 goals (and a dubious crossbar rebounder) to send the German's home fuming.
"There are people on the pitch, they think it's all over ! It is now !" KennethWolstenholme.
For those of you who are not old enough to remember it happening live, I do feel really sorry for you, because I can't see you ever being around to see England lift that trophy again. What a sad thought that is.
Hillgate Spartans
downunderhatter
In my team’s best ever season (whilst I played for them anyway) in the SDSFL we got promoted from Division 4.
We also reached the semi-final of the cup for the teams from Leagues 2, 3 and 4, where we met the above mentioned team.
The semi-finals were played at Woodley’s ground where we were spoilt by having actual linesmen. Members of the committee were wandering round in their blazers making it all seem very official.
In those days, the Finals were played at Edgeley Park. That was the prize waiting for us if we could beat a team from Division 2.
We had quite a good team and I can’t remember exactly how the scoring went but it was 2-2 with only 5 minutes left. We had two great chances to score in the dying seconds of normal time, the second of which trickled agonisingly the wrong side of the post.
We went into extra-time and the score remained 2 each until about 5 minutes from a penalty shoot-out. And then it happened.
I was playing right-back and I threw myself into a challenge in our half on the right-hand side of the pitch. I missed both ball and man. He crossed the perfect ball into our penalty area where the smallest guy on the pitch jumped between our two giant centre-backs to glance a header into the far corner.
The game finished 2-3 aet.
I have never felt so heartbroken after what is, after all, only a game.
gazza007
It was a Friday night game in our double Wembley visit season, which was also our first out of the basement for over 20 years. The Terriers were a really big club to us and hadn't conceded a goal in something like 600+ minutes at Leeds Road. We had just had Little Willow break his leg in our 4-0 drubbing up at Carlisle in the Autoglass a week earlier, and to add to this Kev was still recovering from an injury, and I don't think Preecey came to us until near Christmas time if I remember correctly. We looked a little lightweight going forward to say the least, starting with Paul Wheeler and Mark Lillis up front, and with Lee Todd making the switch to Left Back for the first time, I wasn't confident.
It was absolutely p*ssing down, and we had no roof on the away end, so we got a right royal soaking too. I remember a few things from the night that had some real significance. Toddy went on to have the game of his life so far for us, and made that Left Back spot his own in time, so you could say a County legend was born that night. Jim popped up with yet another vital winning goal just after the break, following a first half tirade of "f*ck off Gannon you're sh*t" from a quite a few of our fans, thus silencing the boo-boys.
Another brilliant point in that match, which for me gave us the confidence to go on and win the game, was the phenomenal first-half save from Neil Edwards from a Chris Marsden header which just had 'Goal' written all over it. A cross came in from the left, Marsden outjumped our defence to power a header down towards Neil's bottom right hand corner. I was in the opposite end and all I could see was the huge gap at the far post beckoning, but somehow 'Taff' managed to dive full stretch and palm the ball onto the post and to safety. It is one of the best saves I have ever seen watching County, and for me it was the moment in the match that made us believe we had a chance as they were throwing everything at us and still couldn't score.
After Jim put us in front after what must have been little more than a minute or two into the second half, it was real backs to the wall stuff until the final whistle, and I can still see Tash pumping his fist to the crowd for every corner we had to defend. The noise from the County fans was deafening, and there was also a brilliant non-stop chant of 'Danny Bergara's Blue and White army" complete with 'drum' (well, fists banging on the wall of the stand) coming from the small section of main stand seating that some of our fans had been given (jammy gets!).
The final whistle took what seemed like an eternity, but when it came there was a huge roar, not to mention a sigh of incredible relief. The feeling of togetherness we all felt that night was immense, we really were all in it together that night, and the players really showed their appreciation to us for braving the pouring rain and never giving up in our vocal support. I was soaked wet through on one of the club coaches all the way home, but boy was it worth it!
Huddersfield, Hounds and Hangovers
sandbachhatter
My story also relates to Huddersfield, although a different match. I did think about leaving this until 'T' week as technically I think it's spelt T'uddersfield, but I'll no doubt forget by then.
It was our first competitive game after that memorable day at Wembley in 2008. The sun was shining and we started our campaign at the Galpharm, hopeful of just giving a good account of ourselves and not being humiliated.
Mrs Sandy used to have a friend who was a season ticket holder, and I have to say their policy that season of selling season tickets for £100 to get bums on seats was a terrific idea as our opening fixture saw the place nearly full (from recollection about 16,000?). True, a lot of fans bought the season tickets just to guarantee a seat for their bitter derby against dirty Leeds but still, I wish County would show some marketing sense like that sometimes.
Anyway, we met up with Mrs Sandy's friend, let's call him Mr Terrier and he took us to one of the 'home' pubs. I've never seen a police presence like it (until Newport at home a couple of weeks ago where the local plod outnumbered the away fans by 2:1 for some reason).
A word of warning: when in a hostile environment like that and a home fan mentions the name of their ground, don't snigger and say "Hee hee, girl farm." They don't like it one bit.
I'm useless at reporting on, or even recollecting, games so will leave that to someone else should it take their fancy but suffice to say we came away with a respectable 1-1 draw thanks to Tommy Rowe Rowe Rowe and this annoyed the home fans no end. Plus the atmosphere, well, in our end at least, was electric.
Afterwards, we were taken to another hostelry and, as we were staying over at Mr Terrier's before a journey up to Edinburgh the following day, I decided to make the most of the local ale. A little too much, it seems, as I was found around 1am in a side room to the pub, sat cross-legged on the floor having a conversation with the pub dog.
I awoke the following morning and had a vague recollection that Mrs Sandy wanted to be on the road for Edinburgh around 9am. I did try to get out of bed around 11, but managed to get one sock on, felt nauseous and promptly returned to the safety of the duvet. In the end, much to the annoyance of our guests, I finally managed to get downstairs and out of the house around 2pm. I've never felt that ill after drinking before or since and, as such, developed the Huddersfield Hangover Scale which runs from 1 (slight headache) to 11 (Huddersfield Hangover). I was going to make the scale 1 to 10 but some bugger called Richter got in there first.
That is all.
To Hull and Back...Twice!!
hatter in macc
27th November 1993: Boothferry Park
A bitterly cold late Autumn afternoon at Hull's ramshackle former ground gave way to a warm early evening feeling in the hearts of County supporters, as we came away with a useful single-goal victory, courtesy of an Andy Preece strike, to keep up the momentum for a League One play-offs place. Happy days...
There had, however, been another bit of action on the pitch that afternoon which would rival anything the match could offer by way of talking-points. During half-time, and just as the teams were about to emerge for the re-start, a County fan, for reasons best known to himself and his immediate circle of friends, suddenly jumped out of the compact and well-populated away-end, vaulted over the wall behind the goal and ran onto the penalty-spot, where he stood for a few seconds, doing a little dance, grinning inanely and waving his hands in the air, before the stewards began to round on him and close in for the kill, not to mention certain ejection from the premises...
Oh, did I mention that he was completely stark-b*ll*ck naked?!
Quick as a...erm, flash, he somehow managed to evade his pursuers, and jump back onto the crowded shallow terrace, where he was kept hidden by his fellow County supporters until the stewards gave up on the chase and he, presumably, got his kit back on. Never seen the guy at a game since, but am guessing that he must have won himself a few bet-related, post-match pints that afternoon...which might, at least, have gone some way towards compensating for the frostbite!
25th September 2004: KC Stadium
Fast-forward more than ten years, and Hull, having dropped down into the basement-Division, were now back on the rise - near the League One summit, en route, eventually, to the Premiership - and with a spanking new stadium to boot. County, meanwhile, had seen and done the Championship, but were were now hurtling down in the opposite direction, and were destined to finish well adrift in last place in a little over seven months' time.
The resulting goal-less draw this time around was, then, a pretty creditable outcome for County - especially considering some of the hammerings that we were set to endure later the same term. That, mind you, didn't stop the fan who sat nearest to yours truly, Mrs Macc and a nine-month baby Macc Junior from spending the entire game effing and jeffing in the direction of the players in blue and white.
At the end of the game, as we applauded the lads off after gaining a most unlikely point, he began making his way out. On reaching where we sat, he stopped, looked at me, and pressed a two-pound coin in my hand:
"Go and buy your lad some sweets on me, mate. I'm sorry my language has been so bad today - and he shouldn't have to hear that. But, you know, this useless bunch of t*ss*rs we've got just p*ss me off...Sorry, mate, sorry, I'm doing it again, sorry..."
And, with that, he was off. Over seven years on, Macc Junior doesn't appear to have been emotionally damaged by all the profanity of that afternoon...and, as his teeth had yet to come through at the time, we didn't have to get him those sweets, either!
Hockey, Ice
bigfudge
Hockey is full of thousands of stories of joy, kids coming from poverty stricken backgrounds to play pro-hockey, nothing teams making the world take notice and winning divisions and cups, over-time winners, getting one over on your rivals, there is so much to love about the game!
However I feel, as a Vancouver Canucks fan, it is fitting that for all the great times we remember some of the worst times, for example this Summer is as bad as any, with the tragic loss of the Lokomotiv Yaroslavl which was sobering not only for Hockey fans but also for sports fans and just humanity, and of course tragedy struck the Canucks as well with our former player Pavel Demitra dying in the Lokomotiv tragedy and our very own Rick Rypien took his own life due to depression.
The world however rallied around these teams and now in spite of these tragedies, Lokomotiv have retaken their place in the Russian Hockey League system and Vancouver are cruising at the top of the NW Division and could well be on their way to the Stanley Cup!!
Harry Hardy
Sir Rog
Not in the same class as Chris Adamson, obviously, but still pretty good.
Below is a snippet from COWS which needs no further comment from me.
Of all the many, many players who have pulled on a Stockport County shirt since 1883 the name of Harry Hardy is indelibly written in any book, or document, tracing the club's history.
The reason? Hardy became, and remains, the only player to be capped at full level by England whilst on County's books.
The occasion came on December 8th 1924 when the Stockport-born goalkeeper kept a clean sheet in England's 4-0 win against Belgium at the Hawthorns, home of West Bromwich Albion.
Hardy, who had represented the Football League against the Irish League 2 months earlier, (another clean sheet in a 5-0 win), was also selected for England's tour of Australia in March 1925 but, unfortunately, he did not increase his number of 'caps' as the 5 'Test Matches' against the Aussies were not regarded as full internationals.
Hardy joined the Hatters from Ward Street Old Boys, a famous amateur team in the town that's now, sadly, defunct.
He made his debut in a 3-0 defeat at Cardiff on September 4 1920 and went on to make a remarkable 170 consecutive appearances before he missed his first County game, a 1-1 draw with Southampton on October 11 1924, due to his involvement with the Football League representative side.
On his return from Australia he made just 11 further appearances before Everton paid £2,350, a considerable amount for a goalkeeper, to take him to Goodison Park in October 1925.
Hardy made 40 appearances for the Toffees, including 6 when they lifted the First Division title in 1928, before finishing his career at Bury.
Was Hardy County's greatest goalkeeper? That debate will linger on. His statistics, though, in the Hatters' Division Three (North) championship season in 1922, make remarkable reading.
Hardy was an ever-present conceding just 21 goals, a club record that stands to this day. He kept 23 clean sheets in his 38 games, which included a quite incredible 20 from his side's opening 27 games of the campaign
The goalkeeping legend, who was an accomplished oboist spending 13 years as a professional musician, sadly passed away in his hometown on February 17 1969.
Harry Hardy's full league record (image taken from Wikipedia):
Hole in One
bringbacklenwhite
A feat once performed by Lennie on Anchorsholme par 3 pitch and putt golf course.
An old guy in his 70's and his Mrs (from Baxenden) were playing in front of myself and my 3 boys. We had sat and had a chat at one or two holes as the course was busy and slow. I teed off on the 6th and hit a chipped 8 iron that looked like a shot duck in the air, it bounced sideways onto the green and zig-zag down the slope, hit a loose stone and dropped in the hole. The pensioner, stood waiting at the next hole, threw his hands up and exclaimed "f****ing hell, I've been playing 48 years and I've never seen one of those !!" His wife promptly hit him with her putter, really hard somewhere around the knees, and told him off, in a beautiful east lancashire accent, for swearing in front of her and the children. Needless to say in true tradition it was ice creams all round when we came back round to the kiosk.
My golf partner once had a hole in one. Unfortunately, it was into a litter bin at the side of a par 3 hole at Poulton Le Fylde. Straight in on the full, and it was still spinning in the bottom when we retrieved it.
Hurst - Hat-Trick Hero
bringbacklenwhite
My personal post number 1966 can only be given over to the England World Cup winning performance of that famous year.
Selected ahead of the nations favourite, Jimmy Greaves, Geoff Hurst was always going to have to do something spectacular to justify his inclusion. A winning goal against Argentina was overdue and ultimately important, setting up a semi-final against Portugal. Bobby Charlton's cracking pair of finishes in that match ensured a Final appearance against West Germany.
The rest is history as Martin Peters (10 years ahead of his time) and Ashton Under Lyne's famous son, Sir Geoff Hurst, scored the 3 goals (and a dubious crossbar rebounder) to send the German's home fuming.
"There are people on the pitch, they think it's all over ! It is now !" KennethWolstenholme.
For those of you who are not old enough to remember it happening live, I do feel really sorry for you, because I can't see you ever being around to see England lift that trophy again. What a sad thought that is.
Hillgate Spartans
downunderhatter
In my team’s best ever season (whilst I played for them anyway) in the SDSFL we got promoted from Division 4.
We also reached the semi-final of the cup for the teams from Leagues 2, 3 and 4, where we met the above mentioned team.
The semi-finals were played at Woodley’s ground where we were spoilt by having actual linesmen. Members of the committee were wandering round in their blazers making it all seem very official.
In those days, the Finals were played at Edgeley Park. That was the prize waiting for us if we could beat a team from Division 2.
We had quite a good team and I can’t remember exactly how the scoring went but it was 2-2 with only 5 minutes left. We had two great chances to score in the dying seconds of normal time, the second of which trickled agonisingly the wrong side of the post.
We went into extra-time and the score remained 2 each until about 5 minutes from a penalty shoot-out. And then it happened.
I was playing right-back and I threw myself into a challenge in our half on the right-hand side of the pitch. I missed both ball and man. He crossed the perfect ball into our penalty area where the smallest guy on the pitch jumped between our two giant centre-backs to glance a header into the far corner.
The game finished 2-3 aet.
I have never felt so heartbroken after what is, after all, only a game.