Here’s one for you.
What’s the most you’ve celebrated a goal scored by a club or country you don’t support?
For me it’s Andres Iniesta’s winner in the 2010 World Cup final.
With England having being thoroughly dispatched By Germany in the round of 16 I turned to Spain’s tika-taka for enjoyment.
Iniesta has long been my all-time favourite player (even though I’m English and support Leeds) so for him to grab the winner against the anti-football Dutch produced an unusually passionate reaction from me.
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It’s got to be Sergio Aguero against QPR. I don’t have any particular affinity with Man City (other than I lived with an old couple on my gap year who were City fans, a story for another time), but that moment will live with me for the rest of my life.
Everything about it was perfect. The timing, the fact Man United had thought they’d sealed the title, the commentary… it gives me shivers just thinking about it, which I do quite regularly.
I distinctly remember my 15-year-old self going wild when Fabio Grosso scored against Germany in the dying moments of extra-time in the semi-final of the 2006 World Cup.
I loved nearly everything about that tournament, but seeing that Italy side defeat the Germans was particularly pleasing. Andrea Pirlo’s assist was a thing of artistic brilliance. Alessandro Del Pierro’s goal moments later wasn’t bad either.
There’s a few down the years but Robbie Brady’s goal for Republic of Ireland against Italy at Euro 2016 holds a special place in my heart.
Ireland had to win to get out of their group and had battered the Italians for 84 minutes without finding a breakthrough until Wes Hoolahan – aka Wessi – produced an assist for the ages.
Brady nodded past Gianluigi Buffon to send the Irish through to the last 16. Add the Titanic music to it and you’ve got yourself a real tear-jerker.
Michael Owen’s 96th minute winner in the Manchester derby gave us the most heart-breaking of things; a glimpse into what might have been.The glorious first touch, the turn of pace, the icy cool finish.
It could have easily been Michael Owen of 1997, the smiling kid with the world at his feet, and not the world-weary, injury-jinxed Owen of 2009.This was a final act of rage against the dying of the light. One last, great performance from a conductor who had been silent for years.
Just thinking about makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.