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I had dinner and a few drinks at the casino in Sydney where I was staying with my wife.
Returned to our room at the Darling, got changed into our Hibs gear and surprised the Concierge as we left the hotel to walk to the nearby pub at 11pm to see the live telecast which had a midnight kick off.
Guess, the question should be for me....how did you spend the next morning.....
I went home to sit in a darkened room, gutted as I was convinced I had scored the winning goal
Sincerely
Andy Halliday
Went into asda and got a sandwich and bottle of wine. It was surreal.
On the bus back it was quite quiet as expected, until we went through Gorgie and a guy gave us the 5-1. The bus erupted and stayed so until we got off.
Straight back to Leith Walk. It was quiet for about five minutes until everyone started to arrive. Then tucked into my pre bought carry out, which was sitting in the car, i actually have a photo of it.
Outside the harp. Blocking busses and all traffic on the zebra crossing.
Folk lying on the road. It was a crazy night.
And it was totally fine. Until about four meatwagons pulled up and the polis all to a man/women jumped out and drew their batons.
Then met my mum who hadn’t been at the game. Spent the night flying between pubs trying to find my dad. Never did. But bumped into Ian Murray then ended up in my mates flat. I was shattered so we went home early doors.
I never drank pre match. And i am absolutely delighted i took that decision
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Was at a wedding in Letterkenny. Missed everything!
It was awful actually, I was in this strange state of euphoria and wanted to go radge but everyone else was just like "who's this weirdo". There was no one to share it with. Happy and gutted in equal measures so I was!
I was absolutely steaming! I had a 30th that I turned up about two hours to late, family event so folk thought I’d gone awol with my son. These inconsiderate people who are born round the time that in 30 years Hibs win the first Scottish Cup in 114 years.
We watched it in a basement bar in Central Wellington, NZ. Split 50 50 with rangers fans. The game finished at 5am ish our time and we hung about in a state of dazed disbelief till about 6am. The rangers fans, to thier credit, shook our hands and slunk off. We didn't even really celebrate, we just kept confirming what we had seen to each other.. It only really hit home when I woke the next day and watched the highlights, then the game again. I actually cried when I saw SDG actually did score.
My Mrs woke up and informed me that I arrived home and woke her by jumping on the bed and shouting "THEY ACTUALLY ****ING DID IT!" at her. She was relatively unamused.
Me too 😁 By the time I got back to Selkirk I was totally physically and emotionally drained. I sat and drank a bottle of champagne while I watched the game again. And I cried. Lots! The Sunday was superb from start to finish. We were stood on Greenside Place waiting for the open topped bus to arrive and got talking to to Paul Hanlon's fiancee. I suggested she tell him she would be calling off the wedding unless he signed a new contract... you're all welcome :greengrin
Was at a wedding down in Sussex. Got roaring drunk on free champagne and wine. Singing Hibs songs on the Dance floor and on the walk home. Woke up naked curled up at the end of the bed of the guest house with my wife puking her guts up.
Got up early for a full English and walked the mile and a half to pick up my car along country lanes belting out more Hibs songs.
Contemplated driving to Gatwick and jumping on a flight to Edinburgh, but the missus was too ill and spent a day by the seaside in Brighton instead, decked out in my Hibs shirt.
Was in the shopping centre in Brighton and they replayed the goals on the Sky sales desk, and I burst into tears again!
What a day not being there.
J
The funny thing about that cup final is that 99% of the Rangers fans I know have been very gracious and totally sound about it. My phone had more congratulatory messages on it from Rangers fans than anyone else. The ones I know acknowledged how big it was for us and on a personal basis were delighted for me. The Rangers fans who were a problem were the ones on the pitch, the ones in the Rangers boardroom and the ones with the attitude on the likes of Rangers Media (and the roasters who get their football fix on Rangers media and would be highly unlikely to ever set foot in Ibrox).
I was with my son at the game, who was 8 at the time. As soon as we got home on the Linlithgow & Bo'ness branch bus, I left him safely in the care of his mother and rushed off to the train station fully intent on not coming home that night. Met up with pals outside Middletons and had a carry out and a fish supper while singing Hibs songs in a huge crowd. Then it was into Tamson's and later Middletons to see the highlights. Big downer when the polis came in and shut the bar during Sportscene. People blocking Easter Road - so what? Surely cars can deal with a wee bit of inconvenience every 114 years. A few pubs later and then back to my pal's house to watch the highlights again over champagne. Crashed at his, back home on the first train out of Edinburgh, then straight back into Leith for the parade. Stood for 2 hours waiting at Leith Links but it was all worth it as we were right at the front, right where the bus parked. After that, stood enjoying the fun at Hanlon Hill and would have loved to be in there, but had to be responsible! Better chance to really go for it the following Saturday at the "seven days since we won it" party. Started off at the Harp and Castle in time to see the winning goal again at 4.52. Then along to Tamson's, doing the "Stokesy's on Fire" all evening with other Hibbies before ending up steaming in the Hibs Club smoking cigars. Dylan McGeouch walked in and I attempted to tell him how great he'd played but was so pissed I couldn't get the words out. He just laughed! On the train home the whole carriage joined in for a rendition of "Warbuton's a *****". Will never forget the cup-winning weekend as long as I live.
Slight hijack here.
Does anyone have a copy of, or link to, the video of the guys doing the Warburton song in the early hours of the Sunday?
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This one CWG ?
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That's awesome. I didn't go up for the game, nerves, heart etc. I couldn't even watch it. Went to a golf club in the Kent countryside & hit balls for hours. Had my phone off but switched on about 5 to 5. I had no calls so was convinced we were beat. Due to lack of a signal it took me a while to get BBC site, showed us as 3-2 up but game still in progress! I immediately switched phone off again & walked to my car. Switched back on & as I did so my phone started buzzing & didn't stop for hours. I got nearly 300 calls & texts that night. I sat in my car shaking, my journey had started 58 years earlier in 58 & here we were. Somehow drove home through very blurry vision & immediately bought train tickets for next day. Thanks to our exuberance I was able to see the cup presentation, SOL etc. I really can't remember much of that night, I almost went out to my local but it's a big Palace pub & they had just lost their final. The next day was however just fantastic! Love this thread!
Went home to Merchiston, gave the wife over a century worth of release - crammed into 45 minutes with a few change of ends, then off to Leith for the mayhem. I think I’ve been home since - not entirely sure.
Still can't believe we actually did it. All that hurt gone in one bullet header. Amazing.
Love these threads. Just remind me to watch the match over again. 2.5 yrs later, Sir David Gray's header still brings a tear to the eye.Amazing day, night, weekend. Perfect in every way.
Spent the Saturday night outside Middletons well inside to start with but then impossible to get served so raided the fridges at the supermarket over the road and joined hundreds in the street singing and dancing all night .
Special mention to the Police that night as we had blocked Easter Road and buses couldn't get down the street. Police kindly asked us all to stay on the pavement or at least one side of the road so traffic could keep moving.
I'll never forget the boy playing the giant wheely bin as a drum his hands must have been numb the following day.
that and the Sunday are memories that will live forever with me.
GGTTH
Got off the Hibs.net bus on Easter Road with my mate and brother and straight into the Iona. Folk, who had obviously been in there all day, were dancing on the seats and falling over tables, despite having quite a few drinks before the game at the Cricket club, the events at Hampden had really sobered me up, so for once it wasn't me falling about and spilling drinks. :greengrin
We had a few drinks in there, tried to get into Robbies but the doors were shut. Headed into a wee shop on Leith Walk to get a carry out but the polis came in and told the shop owner to stop serving alcohol, so headed up to the Scotmid, bought a case of beer drank on the street for a few hours and took in the atmosphere, there was a guy fast asleep in a shopping trolley outside Robbies. :hilarious
Walked up the Bridges to get the bus home and was stopped by a random Celtic fan, who shook my hand and got his girlfriend to take a photo of us together. Had a couple of drinks in my local before closing time, before heading home to watch the whole match again, getting to bed about 4am.
Took my 2 daughters down to the parade on the Sunday, standing at the foot of the walk to watch the parade with a few friends and some light refreshments bought from the Tesco. Made sure the kids got on the bus home ok, then headed back down to Leith Walk for the rest of the night.
I always thought I would be paralytic after we won the Cup, but glad I wasn't so I could appreciate and take it all in.
I had the Monday off work, maybe my only regret was I should have went back down to Leith to continue the celebrations. I spent the afternoon in my garden, drinking beer and reading all the newspaper reports from the game. Not a bad way to end the weekend I guess. :thumbsup:
Due to recent heart operations decided not to travel back to watch the final.
Time difference meant a midnight kick off, so stayed overnight with the missus in the middle of Sydney at a five star expensive hotel, and watched the game with the rest of the Sydney based Oz Hibs at a hotel under the shadow of the iconic Harbour Bridge.
The Concierge of our upmarket hotel was surprised to see two middle aged and a bit people leave his hotel at 11pm clad in Hibs strips and make our way to the pub!
During the game, was concious of my already swollen feet being painful, especially the right foot, and at one point had to get a 'runner' to go to the bar for me.
Couple of drinks at the pub after the game and then hobbled, very slowly, back to our hotel about 3am.
Unable to figure out the intracicies of the cappacino machine at the high priced establishment, and my right foot was giving me gyp, so decided on an 'early' night.
Taking off my training shoes.....and this was the first time I actually had worn shoes in nine months...discovered that I had actually been wearing two left shoes!
Laughed my head off and felt very relieved that the increasing pain in my right foot was not a symptom of something sinister.
Left the hotel about eleven am in full Hibs regalia and was driven, as Happy as a pig in brown stuff to my local golf club in Camden for what felt like an early morning schooner and photo opportunity !
No regrets about not making it in person....the record books won't recall the names and addresses of the crowd.....but the utter relief I felt at full time will stay with me forever.
Was playing a gig in Sneaky Petes. Was either going to be mental busy or dead, it was the latter.
Couldn't get back for the game so watched it in my local. Only one there caring.
Afterwards, after a free whisky (anything free over here is an absolute miracle) and bought the whole group a drink. When it came time to pay the mind watering bill several hours later, I had a complete mental block for my pin and had to get the missus to pay.
Thankfully, memory had kicked in by the time I'd stumbled to the cash machine across the road so I paid her back tout suite.
The champagne breakfast on the balcony the next morning whilst still pished was a thing of splendour too.
We ended up in the clerrie aswell Mick.Started of from the spice lounge then rutherglen to our weegie local.
stopped at asda for a ridiculous carry out back to the clerrie where it was absolutely rammed and if memory serves me right the police shut it early as women were fighting in the bar. back to my mates house and nearly missed the parade great day/night