This Cup Win Was Really Special

[One Day Soon]

I think it is only just dawning now as to how glorious this was. To finally win it, and particularly to do so in the way we did, would genuinely be hard to script better if you planned it in advance:


No gimme route to the final - we beat a succession of quality teams to get there.

We get through one of the ties after being behind to our City rivals but come back to dispatch them.

Our reserve goalkeeper comes from nowhere in the semi-final to make a series of great saves, including penalty saves, to take us into the final.

We reach the final but receive a hammer blow just the week before by missing out on promotion. This on top having been disappointed in losing the other cup final already.

The sports media, fans of other clubs and even people beyond football start to pick up on the manufactured term 'Hibsing it' as we are pilloried widely for past failure and expected future humiliation.

In the final we face the team that won automatic promotion ahead of us. A club whose supporters go out of their way to be disliked and dis-likeable for a whole host of unpleasant reasons.

On the day of the final we are just finishing a week of fairly silent introspection and worry about the future of the club.

We take to the park and have our emotions soaring to the highest high by taking an early lead.

We then concede an equaliser, raising doubts about whether we have the stomach to see this through.

We concede another and stare into the abyss that history will again repeat itself.

We get an equaliser, sending our emotions cartwheeling insanely as we think the impossible.

In the dying minutes of extra time our captain - our Captain! - scores a Roy of the Rovers goal to take us to 3 -2.

We win the cup - not with the flood of luck we are certainly due, but with an outstanding footballing performance - and see it decked in green and white ribbons.

Hibsing it becomes the term for smashing a hoodoo and confounding expectations.

We have a gigantic street party in which Leith becomes a green and white festival of joy.

We all live happily ever after.



What shall we do next?

[Onceinawhile]

What do we do next?

**** knows, I feel like we completed the final boss on a computer game!

[Ilovehibs]

Re live it over and over again, talk about it constantly, watch the goals repeatedly....then win it next year!

I keep saying the words out loud to myself...we have won the Scottish Cup. My life is complete.

[Lancs Harp]

What do we do now?

We go on and we build this can be but the start. We get our place back in the top flight, we compete at the right end of that table. We grow our fan base, we regularly play in Europe, we compete in the domestic cup competitions and one thing for sure we dont wait 114years to win the Scottish Cup again.

Right now though lets savour our triumph

#Persevered GGTTH

[One Day Soon]

The end of the Robert Redford film 'The Candidate' - "What do we do now?"

[basehibby]

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Hibsing it becomes the term for smashing a hoodoo and confounding expectations.

...and ram it right up that plukey ****er Keith Jackson and all the other brainless lemmings that follow (follow?) his gormless notions.

What shall we do next?

Same again of course...

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I think it is only just dawning now as to how glorious this was. To finally win it, and particularly to do so in the way we did, would genuinely be hard to script better if you planned it in advance:


No gimme route to the final - we beat a succession of quality teams to get there.

We get through one of the ties after being behind to our City rivals but come back to dispatch them.

Our reserve goalkeeper comes from nowhere in the semi-final to make a series of great saves, including penalty saves, to take us into the final.

We reach the final but receive a hammer blow just the week before by missing out on promotion. This on top having been disappointed in losing the other cup final already.

The sports media, fans of other clubs and even people beyond football start to pick up on the manufactured term 'Hibsing it' as we are pilloried widely for past failure and expected future humiliation.

In the final we face the team that won automatic promotion ahead of us. A club whose supporters go out of their way to be disliked and dis-likeable for a whole host of unpleasant reasons.

On the day of the final we are just finishing a week of fairly silent introspection and worry about the future of the club.

We take to the park and have our emotions soaring to the highest high by taking an early lead.

We then concede an equaliser, raising doubts about whether we have the stomach to see this through.

We concede another and stare into the abyss that history will again repeat itself.

We get an equaliser, sending our emotions cartwheeling insanely as we think the impossible.

In the dying minutes of extra time our captain - our Captain! - scores a Roy of the Rovers goal to take us to 3 -2.

We win the cup - not with the flood of luck we are certainly due, but with an outstanding footballing performance - and see it decked in green and white ribbons.

Hibsing it becomes the term for smashing a hoodoo and confounding expectations.

We have a gigantic street party in which Leith becomes a green and white festival of joy.

We all live happily ever after.



What shall we do next?

We did it in style. No easy run, no clumsy goal, no being taken to extra time/penalties by GRETNA.. We just done it the way we all knew we could, we done it with verve, class & we just wanted it more.