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    Scottish Cup Stories

    Hello,

    I'm getting in touch regarding a project I'm working on with the club at the moment. I don't want to divulge too much at this stage (best kept for the big reveal) but ultimately I am looking for 114 different stories about what the cup final win meant to supporters on a personal level. This could be anything from:

    • Who you were with
    • How you got there
    • What you did before the game
    • How you celebrated afterwards
    • What you reflect on now
    • Anything unusual about any aspect of the day

    I'm looking for anything at all really that made it special to you personally, it's all about the little things that other people might not have gone through, felt or experienced.

    A couple of people have put me on to the sticky thread started by HibsMax on the day. I've since been in touch and he was happy to forward me on all emails he'd received. There's some cracking stories in both the thread and emails so I'll be in touch with people to make sure they are happy for their story to be included.

    If anyone would like to get involved either leave your tale (and your name) on the thread below or drop me an email on scott.dawson@leith.co.uk if you'd like to know more about the project before committing - or would be happy to meet for a pint after a game. As this project is all about the supporters I'd love to have names displayed by each story so please leave your full name with your message or, alternatively, let me know if you'd rather remain anonymous

    It might be worth noting that the production side of this project will take a while so we're looking at some time next year before all is revealed. Some of the stories received so far though have been incredible, this could be a good way to immortalise the famous day from a fans perspective

    Give me a shout if you have any questions

    Cheers
    Scott



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    One thing I always remember is myself and a few mates having a drink in my back garden morning of the game before heading for the supporters bus, my mate goes to put music on and the first thing that comes on shuffle was Heroes by David Bowie. Could say that set the tone for the day!
    ''It's always been just part of the culture. Growing up, for most working-class kids, is all about football, music or clothes. You might not have much money, but whatever you have got, you're going to look good.'' - Paul Weller

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    This thread has loads of cup final stories

    http://www.hibs.net/showthread.php?3...tish-Cup-story

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    Cheers guys,

    Sean I've sent you a pm.

    Cheers for the shout Jim, I've got a few from that but still looking for quite a few more at the moment

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    Memories of the 21st May 2016 will live with me forever! The game the feelings and the unbelievable emotion of the day will never be forgotten.

    My day started with me waiting on my son arriving to take me for lunch before the game. He had flown up from his home down south but as usual he was late!

    He has had many a disappointment in cup finals with Hibs over the years and i hoped he wouldnt feel the same today.

    On entering the stadium the first thing that struck me was that banner " A TIME FOR HEROES" i felt my blood run cold! Could this be the day they do it, is this going to happen?

    Hibs proceeded to play like they were on fire my heart was in my mouth when that Halliday scored and i thought "not again" but i kept the faith. My son who had been shaking in his seat all game kept assuring me that "we can do this mum" "yes Kevin just lets wait and see" says me trying to stop shaking too!

    I can still see that ball floating from the corner flag on to Stoke's head and with a flick into the back of the net. Pandemonium let loose around me. My Ususally quite and reserved son was no where to be seen. Dancing with a stranger hugging each other away down some steps. running back to me with a big hug and sayingn "mum, mum we can still do this, we can mum" it was all so surreal and i didnt know what to think or do. Just tried to keep this lad calm or hed have a heart attack!!

    The clock goes to 90mins and im dreading extra time when another magnificent corner from Liam lands on the head of our captian David Gray and it was bulleted into the net and the pandemonium starts again around me and my son and his new found friend are off celebrating again!

    im just sitting there trying not to cry and looking around for my son who eventually surfaces from a pile of bodies on the ground to grab a hold of me. He planks a big kiss on
    me and hugs me so tightly saying " im so proud to have been able to have shared this with you mum" By now im crying my eyes out, thinking such a nice thing for him to say.

    Then he finishes off with "i never thought you'd see it in your lifetime"

    Talk about deflation, knowing my son as i do i didnt know whether to laugh or just keep on crying.

    The final whistle went and bedlam takes over!

    I remember watchin the invasion of the pitch but I was thinking of those who had gone and never seen the day. Hibs did their memory proud.

    I saw that banner again that night in Easter Road and it made me smile to think it had been the focal point of my day. A day of extreme emotion, of tears of joy and love for my football team Hibernian fc.

    BTW my lunch that day was in the car park of McDonalds, he was too late to take me anywhere else....... ah well!

    Janette Campbell

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    Nice story Janette

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    Memories of the 21st May 2016 will live with me forever! The game the feelings and the unbelievable emotion of the day will never be forgotten.

    My day started with me waiting on my son arriving to take me for lunch before the game. He had flown up from his home down south but as usual he was late!

    He has had many a disappointment in cup finals with Hibs over the years and i hoped he wouldnt feel the same today.

    On entering the stadium the first thing that struck me was that banner " A TIME FOR HEROES" i felt my blood run cold! Could this be the day they do it, is this going to happen?

    Hibs proceeded to play like they were on fire my heart was in my mouth when that Halliday scored and i thought "not again" but i kept the faith. My son who had been shaking in his seat all game kept assuring me that "we can do this mum" "yes Kevin just lets wait and see" says me trying to stop shaking too!

    I can still see that ball floating from the corner flag on to Stoke's head and with a flick into the back of the net. Pandemonium let loose around me. My Ususally quite and reserved son was no where to be seen. Dancing with a stranger hugging each other away down some steps. running back to me with a big hug and sayingn "mum, mum we can still do this, we can mum" it was all so surreal and i didnt know what to think or do. Just tried to keep this lad calm or hed have a heart attack!!

    The clock goes to 90mins and im dreading extra time when another magnificent corner from Liam lands on the head of our captian David Gray and it was bulleted into the net and the pandemonium starts again around me and my son and his new found friend are off celebrating again!

    im just sitting there trying not to cry and looking around for my son who eventually surfaces from a pile of bodies on the ground to grab a hold of me. He planks a big kiss on
    me and hugs me so tightly saying " im so proud to have been able to have shared this with you mum" By now im crying my eyes out, thinking such a nice thing for him to say.

    Then he finishes off with "i never thought you'd see it in your lifetime"

    Talk about deflation, knowing my son as i do i didnt know whether to laugh or just keep on crying.

    The final whistle went and bedlam takes over!

    I remember watchin the invasion of the pitch but I was thinking of those who had gone and never seen the day. Hibs did their memory proud.

    I saw that banner again that night in Easter Road and it made me smile to think it had been the focal point of my day. A day of extreme emotion, of tears of joy and love for my football team Hibernian fc.

    BTW my lunch that day was in the car park of McDonalds, he was too late to take me anywhere else....... ah well!

    Janette Campbell


    What a beautiful story Janette 👍🏾

    Definitely one of the best days of my life! GGTTH

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    What a beautiful story Janette 👍🏾

    Definitely one of the best days of my life! GGTTH
    Thanks for that.

    It was one of my better days too!

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    It will always be a bittersweet day for me personally, simply because I wasn't there. Had a wedding and honeymoon to pay for, had dropped a shedload to fly back for the LC Final heartbreak. To my eternal regret, I didn't just throw caution to the wind and book the flights.

    I managed, through this very site, to get my best mate a ticket who I always attend games with so for that I'm at least grateful.

    So I ended up watching the game in my local pub here in Zürich. We all know how the game went, and I watched it with a Leicester and Man U fan and a bunch of plastic Man U fans waiting for the subsequent (and utterly dull) FA Cup final.

    Memories include saying "I bet they score a screamer" not long before they did just that and the feeling of absolute bewilderment and tension for the last couple of minutes

    At the final whistle I was in an absolute world of my own and completely lost the plot. Unbeknownst to me, the last 30 seconds were being filmed and the subsequent clip achieved very temporary YouTube fame

    I hope it'll happen again sometime in my lifetime so I can say I've seen Hibs win something in the flesh (was also living abroad in 2007 and got let down for tickets). Hampden is a place of abject misery in finals for me, only ever seen as win there once vs. Aberdeen.

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    Hi Scott, my Cup Final story is completely ridiculous and has absolutely everything in it, so thought I would share!

    A break up, a world record, a surprise visit, a dust up with airport security, an embarrassing misunderstanding and a fairytale ending. Here we go:

    It’s 1am in Auckland, NZ. The TV is on full blast and we’ve just gone to penalties with Dundee United in the semi. I’d been travelling the world for 3 years, living out of a suitcase and sleeping in bed bug infested bunkbeds for months at a time, but for the last few weeks I’d finally settled into the real world, and even got myself a Kiwi girlfriend. No way was I missing the final though, so I decided to put an end to that if Hibs were victorious. “If we win, I’m going home for it” I said to my new girlfriend. She knew that wasn’t an invitation, and she knew I probably wouldn’t be coming back. Personally, I blame Conrad Logan for the breakup. Having slept through my alarm and missed the Ross County final months earlier, no way was I missing this one.

    I hadn’t seen my parents since 2014, so I kept my return home a secret. In the days leading up to the final, I had already booked some adventurous travel plans in New Zealand, so by the time it came to fly home for the Scottish Cup Final, it meant my route to Hampden turned into a world record away day. No man or woman has EVER travelled as far for one match as I did, of that I have no doubt. I hitchhiked from Southern New Zealand, I took buses, flew to Auckland, flew to Australia, flew to the Middle East, flew to Manchester, got the train to Preston, got the train to Carlisle, and eventually up to Glasgow by car. My relationship officially ended in the airport terminal in Auckland.

    I should mention I didn’t even have a ticket when I was on my way back. Hibs changed the date of the public sale, which meant I was going to be flying somewhere over the Pacific Ocean when the scramble began. I didn’t know WiFi on planes even existed, so Emirates saved my bacon. I had just made it past the queue for online tickets by the time we landed. The whole plane had cleared and the cleaners were doing their rounds as I desperately tried to type in my credit card details. Airport security were alerted, and I was escorted off the plane nearly crying as the page kept buffering. An anxious hour wait through customs and next thing I know I get a confirmation email just as my phone connected to the airport WiFi. I’m going to the match!

    Keeping my visit from my parents was the hardest part. The plan was to just show up at the stadium and completely surprise them, but in order to keep it a secret, I was unable to get a ticket next to my dad, despite the help of a family friend. By the time I got home the night before the match, I was so knackered I just wanted to see my family and have my own bed instead of hiding in another hotel for the night. I knocked on the door, much to their disbelief. I was glad I was able to share the pre match excitement with them. The look on their faces was priceless.

    The day of the game was a blur. I was sat by myself behind the goals, which they were in the South Stand. All I remember is the ridiculous fairytale ending. And in a ridiculous twist of fate - the pitch invasion meant I was able to find my Dad and celebrate our glorious cup win with him, just in time for Sunshine on Leith to belt over the tannoy.

    I got a bit carried away the night of the cup parade, missed my last train home, was going to have to sleep on the street until my ex girlfriend came to the rescue. Weird, but nice to catch up even though I embarrassed myself from a day of drinking whisky from a hip and muddied from sliding down the hill in Leith Links. The morning after the parade, I was walking past Easter Road looking very worse for wear, when a Scouse man approached me and asked if I enjoyed the match. I ecstatically recited the whole above story, before asking if he’d “watched the match on TV”. It was John Doolan, the bloody assistant manager I later discovered when I saw footage of him lifting the trophy. My time as a traveller had obviously kept me out of the loop.

    Soon after, I moved back to Sydney, Australia, but not before taking in a trip to Copenhagen to watch us in Europe. If they are the last two Hibs games I ever get to see in the flesh, then what a way to go out.

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    Quote Originally Posted by lyonhibs View Post
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    It will always be a bittersweet day for me personally, simply because I wasn't there. Had a wedding and honeymoon to pay for, had dropped a shedload to fly back for the LC Final heartbreak. To my eternal regret, I didn't just throw caution to the wind and book the flights.

    I managed, through this very site, to get my best mate a ticket who I always attend games with so for that I'm at least grateful.

    So I ended up watching the game in my local pub here in Zürich. We all know how the game went, and I watched it with a Leicester and Man U fan and a bunch of plastic Man U fans waiting for the subsequent (and utterly dull) FA Cup final.

    Memories include saying "I bet they score a screamer" not long before they did just that and the feeling of absolute bewilderment and tension for the last couple of minutes

    At the final whistle I was in an absolute world of my own and completely lost the plot. Unbeknownst to me, the last 30 seconds were being filmed and the subsequent clip achieved very temporary YouTube fame

    I hope it'll happen again sometime in my lifetime so I can say I've seen Hibs win something in the flesh (was also living abroad in 2007 and got let down for tickets). Hampden is a place of abject misery in finals for me, only ever seen as win there once vs. Aberdeen.
    Lyon, I've watched your video on youtube many times, always makes me chuckle. Those Unted fans in the bar will never be able to understand that emotion you expressed so well in that clip . Class.

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    Hi Scott, my Cup Final story is completely ridiculous and has absolutely everything in it, so thought I would share!

    A break up, a world record, a surprise visit, a dust up with airport security, an embarrassing misunderstanding and a fairytale ending. Here we go:

    It’s 1am in Auckland, NZ. The TV is on full blast and we’ve just gone to penalties with Dundee United in the semi. I’d been travelling the world for 3 years, living out of a suitcase and sleeping in bed bug infested bunkbeds for months at a time, but for the last few weeks I’d finally settled into the real world, and even got myself a Kiwi girlfriend. No way was I missing the final though, so I decided to put an end to that if Hibs were victorious. “If we win, I’m going home for it” I said to my new girlfriend. She knew that wasn’t an invitation, and she knew I probably wouldn’t be coming back. Personally, I blame Conrad Logan for the breakup. Having slept through my alarm and missed the Ross County final months earlier, no way was I missing this one.

    I hadn’t seen my parents since 2014, so I kept my return home a secret. In the days leading up to the final, I had already booked some adventurous travel plans in New Zealand, so by the time it came to fly home for the Scottish Cup Final, it meant my route to Hampden turned into a world record away day. No man or woman has EVER travelled as far for one match as I did, of that I have no doubt. I hitchhiked from Southern New Zealand, I took buses, flew to Auckland, flew to Australia, flew to the Middle East, flew to Manchester, got the train to Preston, got the train to Carlisle, and eventually up to Glasgow by car. My relationship officially ended in the airport terminal in Auckland.

    I should mention I didn’t even have a ticket when I was on my way back. Hibs changed the date of the public sale, which meant I was going to be flying somewhere over the Pacific Ocean when the scramble began. I didn’t know WiFi on planes even existed, so Emirates saved my bacon. I had just made it past the queue for online tickets by the time we landed. The whole plane had cleared and the cleaners were doing their rounds as I desperately tried to type in my credit card details. Airport security were alerted, and I was escorted off the plane nearly crying as the page kept buffering. An anxious hour wait through customs and next thing I know I get a confirmation email just as my phone connected to the airport WiFi. I’m going to the match!

    Keeping my visit from my parents was the hardest part. The plan was to just show up at the stadium and completely surprise them, but in order to keep it a secret, I was unable to get a ticket next to my dad, despite the help of a family friend. By the time I got home the night before the match, I was so knackered I just wanted to see my family and have my own bed instead of hiding in another hotel for the night. I knocked on the door, much to their disbelief. I was glad I was able to share the pre match excitement with them. The look on their faces was priceless.

    The day of the game was a blur. I was sat by myself behind the goals, which they were in the South Stand. All I remember is the ridiculous fairytale ending. And in a ridiculous twist of fate - the pitch invasion meant I was able to find my Dad and celebrate our glorious cup win with him, just in time for Sunshine on Leith to belt over the tannoy.

    I got a bit carried away the night of the cup parade, missed my last train home, was going to have to sleep on the street until my ex girlfriend came to the rescue. Weird, but nice to catch up even though I embarrassed myself from a day of drinking whisky from a hip and muddied from sliding down the hill in Leith Links. The morning after the parade, I was walking past Easter Road looking very worse for wear, when a Scouse man approached me and asked if I enjoyed the match. I ecstatically recited the whole above story, before asking if he’d “watched the match on TV”. It was John Doolan, the bloody assistant manager I later discovered when I saw footage of him lifting the trophy. My time as a traveller had obviously kept me out of the loop.

    Soon after, I moved back to Sydney, Australia, but not before taking in a trip to Copenhagen to watch us in Europe. If they are the last two Hibs games I ever get to see in the flesh, then what a way to go out.
    Just brilliant fella, just brilliant

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    Hello,

    I'm getting in touch regarding a project I'm working on with the club at the moment. I don't want to divulge too much at this stage (best kept for the big reveal) but ultimately I am looking for 114 different stories about what the cup final win meant to supporters on a personal level. This could be anything from:

    • Who you were with
    • How you got there
    • What you did before the game
    • How you celebrated afterwards
    • What you reflect on now
    • Anything unusual about any aspect of the day

    I'm looking for anything at all really that made it special to you personally, it's all about the little things that other people might not have gone through, felt or experienced.

    A couple of people have put me on to the sticky thread started by HibsMax on the day. I've since been in touch and he was happy to forward me on all emails he'd received. There's some cracking stories in both the thread and emails so I'll be in touch with people to make sure they are happy for their story to be included.

    If anyone would like to get involved either leave your tale (and your name) on the thread below or drop me an email on scott.dawson@leith.co.uk if you'd like to know more about the project before committing - or would be happy to meet for a pint after a game. As this project is all about the supporters I'd love to have names displayed by each story so please leave your full name with your message or, alternatively, let me know if you'd rather remain anonymous

    It might be worth noting that the production side of this project will take a while so we're looking at some time next year before all is revealed. Some of the stories received so far though have been incredible, this could be a good way to immortalise the famous day from a fans perspective

    Give me a shout if you have any questions

    Cheers
    Scott

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    Much more humble story for me.

    I was there with my two sons and my only grandson. If I live to a hundred the emotion of that day and especially after the final whistle, will never be beaten. To share such an occasion with my nearest and dearest was something money could not buy.

    Approaching the turnstile before the match I spotted a shiny penny on the ground. I picked it up, gave it a kiss and said 'this is my lucky penny'. Little did I know....

    It's now framed with my ticket in pride of place in my living room.

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    I couldn’t really bring myself to go to the game. We’d lost the league cup in the last minute and just lost out on promotion for the second season in a row. And it was another last minute goal that denied us, despite being by far the better team over two legs. We were finding new ways of building up expectations only to short ourselves in the foot.

    I was also in the Prestonpans British Legion pipe band at the time and we were playing in the British Championships that day. So I opted for that, and to watch the game in the nearest pub we could find.

    Watching Hibs from a pub in Paisley with 3 Rangers fans wasn’t a mouth watering prospect. But given recent disappointments I’d convinced myself that I didn’t care and I was just out for a few beers and see what happens.

    We found a fairly basic working mans pub. I vowed not to jump up if we scored - a low profile was probably essential if I wanted to keep my knees in the middle of my legs.

    As soon as I walked up to the bar, Stokesy slotted us 1 ahead. There wasn’t much reaction from around the bar and I kept my trap firmly shut.

    We bossed the entire game and should have been out of sight. But we were 2-1 down with ten minutes to go and staring into the abyss. Cup final defeats are nothing new to Hibs fans but this was a new low. 3 straight seasons in the championship, 2 cup final defeats in one season on the cards and we were finding new ways of putting our fans through the ringer.

    Here we go again. Hibsed it. Properly Hibsed it.

    Even when Stokesy pulled us level, I sat on my hands and didn’t allow myself to think we would do it. I was preparing myself for losing it on penalties.

    When Sir David connected with the best corner ever, to score the most important goal in the history of our great club, I knew that was it. The beers were flowing by this point and I jumped up, nearly hit my head off the light and screamed ‘WE’RE GOING TO ****ING DO IT!!!’

    I was shaking and sweating uncontrollably. Tears were streaming down my face and all I could say was ‘please let this be it’. After the longest couple of minutes the ref blew the final whistle and I was in a mess.

    A few of the locals didn’t appreciate my outburst, but to their credit many could see what it meant to the long suffering Hibs fans and few could begrudge us our moment after 10 cup final defeats in a row and 114 years of torment.

    In the heat of the moment I tried calling my best pal who was sadly taken too soon the year before. How I wished he could have seen this. I can’t wait to tell him about it when we all meet up in the big gig in the sky.

    My 3 rangers supporting chums are all great lads (yes I know) and they were magnanimous and happy for me in the most non Rangers like fashion.

    After I’d pulled myself together we staggered back to the pipe band competition where we were announced as British Champions.

    A Carlsberg day indeed. I was particularly chuffed for my brother who came back from Stockholm for the game, and we enjoyed a few scoops together at the parade the next day.

    It was the most exciting day of my life. I can’t compare it with my wedding day, or the birth of my kids. Those were great days, but I pretty much knew they were going to be great long in advance. I was in no way prepared for such a day on 21/05/16 and I was caught off guard by how much it affected me in the most fantastic way.

    GGTTH

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    I couldn’t really bring myself to go to the game. We’d lost the league cup in the last minute and just lost out on promotion for the second season in a row. And it was another last minute goal that denied us, despite being by far the better team over two legs. We were finding new ways of building up expectations only to short ourselves in the foot.

    I was also in the Prestonpans British Legion pipe band at the time and we were playing in the British Championships that day. So I opted for that, and to watch the game in the nearest pub we could find.

    Watching Hibs from a pub in Paisley with 3 Rangers fans wasn’t a mouth watering prospect. But given recent disappointments I’d convinced myself that I didn’t care and I was just out for a few beers and see what happens.

    We found a fairly basic working mans pub. I vowed not to jump up if we scored - a low profile was probably essential if I wanted to keep my knees in the middle of my legs.

    As soon as I walked up to the bar, Stokesy slotted us 1 ahead. There wasn’t much reaction from around the bar and I kept my trap firmly shut.

    We bossed the entire game and should have been out of sight. But we were 2-1 down with ten minutes to go and staring into the abyss. Cup final defeats are nothing new to Hibs fans but this was a new low. 3 straight seasons in the championship, 2 cup final defeats in one season on the cards and we were finding new ways of putting our fans through the ringer.

    Here we go again. Hibsed it. Properly Hibsed it.

    Even when Stokesy pulled us level, I sat on my hands and didn’t allow myself to think we would do it. I was preparing myself for losing it on penalties.

    When Sir David connected with the best corner ever, to score the most important goal in the history of our great club, I knew that was it. The beers were flowing by this point and I jumped up, nearly hit my head off the light and screamed ‘WE’RE GOING TO ****ING DO IT!!!’

    I was shaking and sweating uncontrollably. Tears were streaming down my face and all I could say was ‘please let this be it’. After the longest couple of minutes the ref blew the final whistle and I was in a mess.

    A few of the locals didn’t appreciate my outburst, but to their credit many could see what it meant to the long suffering Hibs fans and few could begrudge us our moment after 10 cup final defeats in a row and 114 years of torment.

    In the heat of the moment I tried calling my best pal who was sadly taken too soon the year before. How I wished he could have seen this. I can’t wait to tell him about it when we all meet up in the big gig in the sky.

    My 3 rangers supporting chums are all great lads (yes I know) and they were magnanimous and happy for me in the most non Rangers like fashion.

    After I’d pulled myself together we staggered back to the pipe band competition where we were announced as British Champions.

    A Carlsberg day indeed. I was particularly chuffed for my brother who came back from Stockholm for the game, and we enjoyed a few scoops together at the parade the next day.

    It was the most exciting day of my life. I can’t compare it with my wedding day, or the birth of my kids. Those were great days, but I pretty much knew they were going to be great long in advance. I was in no way prepared for such a day on 21/05/16 and I was caught off guard by how much it affected me in the most fantastic way.

    GGTTH

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    Some amazing stories above. Will be a great compilation, good luck Scott.

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    Hi Scott, my Cup Final story is completely ridiculous and has absolutely everything in it, so thought I would share!

    A break up, a world record, a surprise visit, a dust up with airport security, an embarrassing misunderstanding and a fairytale ending. Here we go:

    It’s 1am in Auckland, NZ. The TV is on full blast and we’ve just gone to penalties with Dundee United in the semi. I’d been travelling the world for 3 years, living out of a suitcase and sleeping in bed bug infested bunkbeds for months at a time, but for the last few weeks I’d finally settled into the real world, and even got myself a Kiwi girlfriend. No way was I missing the final though, so I decided to put an end to that if Hibs were victorious. “If we win, I’m going home for it” I said to my new girlfriend. She knew that wasn’t an invitation, and she knew I probably wouldn’t be coming back. Personally, I blame Conrad Logan for the breakup. Having slept through my alarm and missed the Ross County final months earlier, no way was I missing this one.

    I hadn’t seen my parents since 2014, so I kept my return home a secret. In the days leading up to the final, I had already booked some adventurous travel plans in New Zealand, so by the time it came to fly home for the Scottish Cup Final, it meant my route to Hampden turned into a world record away day. No man or woman has EVER travelled as far for one match as I did, of that I have no doubt. I hitchhiked from Southern New Zealand, I took buses, flew to Auckland, flew to Australia, flew to the Middle East, flew to Manchester, got the train to Preston, got the train to Carlisle, and eventually up to Glasgow by car. My relationship officially ended in the airport terminal in Auckland.

    I should mention I didn’t even have a ticket when I was on my way back. Hibs changed the date of the public sale, which meant I was going to be flying somewhere over the Pacific Ocean when the scramble began. I didn’t know WiFi on planes even existed, so Emirates saved my bacon. I had just made it past the queue for online tickets by the time we landed. The whole plane had cleared and the cleaners were doing their rounds as I desperately tried to type in my credit card details. Airport security were alerted, and I was escorted off the plane nearly crying as the page kept buffering. An anxious hour wait through customs and next thing I know I get a confirmation email just as my phone connected to the airport WiFi. I’m going to the match!

    Keeping my visit from my parents was the hardest part. The plan was to just show up at the stadium and completely surprise them, but in order to keep it a secret, I was unable to get a ticket next to my dad, despite the help of a family friend. By the time I got home the night before the match, I was so knackered I just wanted to see my family and have my own bed instead of hiding in another hotel for the night. I knocked on the door, much to their disbelief. I was glad I was able to share the pre match excitement with them. The look on their faces was priceless.

    The day of the game was a blur. I was sat by myself behind the goals, which they were in the South Stand. All I remember is the ridiculous fairytale ending. And in a ridiculous twist of fate - the pitch invasion meant I was able to find my Dad and celebrate our glorious cup win with him, just in time for Sunshine on Leith to belt over the tannoy.

    I got a bit carried away the night of the cup parade, missed my last train home, was going to have to sleep on the street until my ex girlfriend came to the rescue. Weird, but nice to catch up even though I embarrassed myself from a day of drinking whisky from a hip and muddied from sliding down the hill in Leith Links. The morning after the parade, I was walking past Easter Road looking very worse for wear, when a Scouse man approached me and asked if I enjoyed the match. I ecstatically recited the whole above story, before asking if he’d “watched the match on TV”. It was John Doolan, the bloody assistant manager I later discovered when I saw footage of him lifting the trophy. My time as a traveller had obviously kept me out of the loop.

    Soon after, I moved back to Sydney, Australia, but not before taking in a trip to Copenhagen to watch us in Europe. If they are the last two Hibs games I ever get to see in the flesh, then what a way to go out.
    What a beaut of a story. Love it!

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    Like so many others that weekend was the best of my life but now due to adversity it holds much more importance for me.

    It was an early start for me, my son Cammy who was 10 at the time and my mates as we went through to Burntisland to get the bus. The atmosphere on the bus was great with lots of singing and joking, we made our way through to Busby bowling club.

    After a few drinks and filled rolls it was off to the match.

    I’ve been taking Cam to matches since he was about 4, he had seen a lot of poor Hibs displays, been through relegation, that final and the LC final in March ‘16. He has been brought up to always support your team and never give up. About 70 minutes into the final I saw Cam sitting down with his head in his hands. ‘We’re not going to win Dad’. I gave him a hug and told him ‘on your feet, never give up’.

    We all know what happened. We celebrated in the stand, for the first time Cam saw his Dad cry. We all ended up on the pitch. A larger older lady scooped Cam up in her arms and held him up. It was an amazing time, a bit of a blur and I wish I could remember it more clearly.

    The bus journey back was so sweet. We dropped the kids off at home in Dunfermline and got the train back into Edinburgh. We ended up in the Mousetrap down Leith Walk, what a night.

    I can’t really recall when or how I got home but after a sleep we all headed back to Edinburgh on the train for the parade. Another magical day, standing at the foot of the walk with Cam on my shoulders and onto the Links.

    Two months to the day after the final Cam fell ill. He was a fit, strong boy and from nowhere he started getting severe pain in his lower back and thighs. I took him to hospital in Kirkcaldy where he deteriorated rapidly. His last game before he fell ill was the home match v Brondby. He was deeply unimpressed by our keeper and mesmerised by the Brondby fan who stood with his back to the game for the entire match to orchestrate their fans.

    It became clear that something was very wrong, Cam was in a lot of pain and he was given morphine. It was the night of the away game v Brondby, Cam asked me the score. I told him SDG had scored, he smiled and went to sleep.

    Matters got worse. Cam stopped breathing later that night, the medical staff saved him and he was blue lighted to the sick kids. Cam was in a coma for almost two weeks in intensive care. Cammy had encephalitis, a brain infection and the doctors gave a bleak outlook.

    I sat with Cam day after day. I held his hand, I told him to fight with everything he had, ‘never give up’. I would play you tube clips to him of the final and sing SOL in his ear. I knew he would know I was with him.

    Cam did come out of his coma and started a very long road to recovery which he is still on. He couldn’t walk or talk, the pressure in his brain cut off the blood supply to his optic nerves and he has been left with no sight.

    I am of course heart broken but he is an inspiration. Now he has learned to talk, is in mainstream school, he has learned to play drums.
    He works out everyday, is muscle bound and has taken up athletics and runs 100m with a sighted guide in 15 seconds and is getting faster and faster.

    We talk about the SC final weekend often, reminiscing and laughing. He is back at ER for some matches and enjoys the new commentary service for blind/visually impaired fans.

    He never gives up!

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    Like so many others that weekend was the best of my life but now due to adversity it holds much more importance for me.

    It was an early start for me, my son Cammy who was 10 at the time and my mates as we went through to Burntisland to get the bus. The atmosphere on the bus was great with lots of singing and joking, we made our way through to Busby bowling club.

    After a few drinks and filled rolls it was off to the match.

    I’ve been taking Cam to matches since he was about 4, he had seen a lot of poor Hibs displays, been through relegation, that final and the LC final in March ‘16. He has been brought up to always support your team and never give up. About 70 minutes into the final I saw Cam sitting down with his head in his hands. ‘We’re not going to win Dad’. I gave him a hug and told him ‘on your feet, never give up’.

    We all know what happened. We celebrated in the stand, for the first time Cam saw his Dad cry. We all ended up on the pitch. A larger older lady scooped Cam up in her arms and held him up. It was an amazing time, a bit of a blur and I wish I could remember it more clearly.

    The bus journey back was so sweet. We dropped the kids off at home in Dunfermline and got the train back into Edinburgh. We ended up in the Mousetrap down Leith Walk, what a night.

    I can’t really recall when or how I got home but after a sleep we all headed back to Edinburgh on the train for the parade. Another magical day, standing at the foot of the walk with Cam on my shoulders and onto the Links.

    Two months to the day after the final Cam fell ill. He was a fit, strong boy and from nowhere he started getting severe pain in his lower back and thighs. I took him to hospital in Kirkcaldy where he deteriorated rapidly. His last game before he fell ill was the home match v Brondby. He was deeply unimpressed by our keeper and mesmerised by the Brondby fan who stood with his back to the game for the entire match to orchestrate their fans.

    It became clear that something was very wrong, Cam was in a lot of pain and he was given morphine. It was the night of the away game v Brondby, Cam asked me the score. I told him SDG had scored, he smiled and went to sleep.

    Matters got worse. Cam stopped breathing later that night, the medical staff saved him and he was blue lighted to the sick kids. Cam was in a coma for almost two weeks in intensive care. Cammy had encephalitis, a brain infection and the doctors gave a bleak outlook.

    I sat with Cam day after day. I held his hand, I told him to fight with everything he had, ‘never give up’. I would play you tube clips to him of the final and sing SOL in his ear. I knew he would know I was with him.

    Cam did come out of his coma and started a very long road to recovery which he is still on. He couldn’t walk or talk, the pressure in his brain cut off the blood supply to his optic nerves and he has been left with no sight.

    I am of course heart broken but he is an inspiration. Now he has learned to talk, is in mainstream school, he has learned to play drums.
    He works out everyday, is muscle bound and has taken up athletics and runs 100m with a sighted guide in 15 seconds and is getting faster and faster.

    We talk about the SC final weekend often, reminiscing and laughing. He is back at ER for some matches and enjoys the new commentary service for blind/visually impaired fans.

    He never gives up!
    I have a tear in my eye after reading that. God bless and I hope Cam makes his recovery, as you say never give up.

    Football is more than a game sometimes.

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    Like so many others that weekend was the best of my life but now due to adversity it holds much more importance for me.

    It was an early start for me, my son Cammy who was 10 at the time and my mates as we went through to Burntisland to get the bus. The atmosphere on the bus was great with lots of singing and joking, we made our way through to Busby bowling club.

    After a few drinks and filled rolls it was off to the match.

    I’ve been taking Cam to matches since he was about 4, he had seen a lot of poor Hibs displays, been through relegation, that final and the LC final in March ‘16. He has been brought up to always support your team and never give up. About 70 minutes into the final I saw Cam sitting down with his head in his hands. ‘We’re not going to win Dad’. I gave him a hug and told him ‘on your feet, never give up’.

    We all know what happened. We celebrated in the stand, for the first time Cam saw his Dad cry. We all ended up on the pitch. A larger older lady scooped Cam up in her arms and held him up. It was an amazing time, a bit of a blur and I wish I could remember it more clearly.

    The bus journey back was so sweet. We dropped the kids off at home in Dunfermline and got the train back into Edinburgh. We ended up in the Mousetrap down Leith Walk, what a night.

    I can’t really recall when or how I got home but after a sleep we all headed back to Edinburgh on the train for the parade. Another magical day, standing at the foot of the walk with Cam on my shoulders and onto the Links.

    Two months to the day after the final Cam fell ill. He was a fit, strong boy and from nowhere he started getting severe pain in his lower back and thighs. I took him to hospital in Kirkcaldy where he deteriorated rapidly. His last game before he fell ill was the home match v Brondby. He was deeply unimpressed by our keeper and mesmerised by the Brondby fan who stood with his back to the game for the entire match to orchestrate their fans.

    It became clear that something was very wrong, Cam was in a lot of pain and he was given morphine. It was the night of the away game v Brondby, Cam asked me the score. I told him SDG had scored, he smiled and went to sleep.

    Matters got worse. Cam stopped breathing later that night, the medical staff saved him and he was blue lighted to the sick kids. Cam was in a coma for almost two weeks in intensive care. Cammy had encephalitis, a brain infection and the doctors gave a bleak outlook.

    I sat with Cam day after day. I held his hand, I told him to fight with everything he had, ‘never give up’. I would play you tube clips to him of the final and sing SOL in his ear. I knew he would know I was with him.

    Cam did come out of his coma and started a very long road to recovery which he is still on. He couldn’t walk or talk, the pressure in his brain cut off the blood supply to his optic nerves and he has been left with no sight.

    I am of course heart broken but he is an inspiration. Now he has learned to talk, is in mainstream school, he has learned to play drums.
    He works out everyday, is muscle bound and has taken up athletics and runs 100m with a sighted guide in 15 seconds and is getting faster and faster.

    We talk about the SC final weekend often, reminiscing and laughing. He is back at ER for some matches and enjoys the new commentary service for blind/visually impaired fans.

    He never gives up!
    I have genuinely just cried at that story. I hope Cam makes a full recovery.

    What a fighter you have and an inspiration to us all.

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    Like so many others that weekend was the best of my life but now due to adversity it holds much more importance for me.

    It was an early start for me, my son Cammy who was 10 at the time and my mates as we went through to Burntisland to get the bus. The atmosphere on the bus was great with lots of singing and joking, we made our way through to Busby bowling club.

    After a few drinks and filled rolls it was off to the match.

    I’ve been taking Cam to matches since he was about 4, he had seen a lot of poor Hibs displays, been through relegation, that final and the LC final in March ‘16. He has been brought up to always support your team and never give up. About 70 minutes into the final I saw Cam sitting down with his head in his hands. ‘We’re not going to win Dad’. I gave him a hug and told him ‘on your feet, never give up’.

    We all know what happened. We celebrated in the stand, for the first time Cam saw his Dad cry. We all ended up on the pitch. A larger older lady scooped Cam up in her arms and held him up. It was an amazing time, a bit of a blur and I wish I could remember it more clearly.

    The bus journey back was so sweet. We dropped the kids off at home in Dunfermline and got the train back into Edinburgh. We ended up in the Mousetrap down Leith Walk, what a night.

    I can’t really recall when or how I got home but after a sleep we all headed back to Edinburgh on the train for the parade. Another magical day, standing at the foot of the walk with Cam on my shoulders and onto the Links.

    Two months to the day after the final Cam fell ill. He was a fit, strong boy and from nowhere he started getting severe pain in his lower back and thighs. I took him to hospital in Kirkcaldy where he deteriorated rapidly. His last game before he fell ill was the home match v Brondby. He was deeply unimpressed by our keeper and mesmerised by the Brondby fan who stood with his back to the game for the entire match to orchestrate their fans.

    It became clear that something was very wrong, Cam was in a lot of pain and he was given morphine. It was the night of the away game v Brondby, Cam asked me the score. I told him SDG had scored, he smiled and went to sleep.

    Matters got worse. Cam stopped breathing later that night, the medical staff saved him and he was blue lighted to the sick kids. Cam was in a coma for almost two weeks in intensive care. Cammy had encephalitis, a brain infection and the doctors gave a bleak outlook.

    I sat with Cam day after day. I held his hand, I told him to fight with everything he had, ‘never give up’. I would play you tube clips to him of the final and sing SOL in his ear. I knew he would know I was with him.

    Cam did come out of his coma and started a very long road to recovery which he is still on. He couldn’t walk or talk, the pressure in his brain cut off the blood supply to his optic nerves and he has been left with no sight.

    I am of course heart broken but he is an inspiration. Now he has learned to talk, is in mainstream school, he has learned to play drums.
    He works out everyday, is muscle bound and has taken up athletics and runs 100m with a sighted guide in 15 seconds and is getting faster and faster.

    We talk about the SC final weekend often, reminiscing and laughing. He is back at ER for some matches and enjoys the new commentary service for blind/visually impaired fans.

    He never gives up!
    My heart goes out to you and Cam, sir. Shed a wee tear myself reading that. God bless

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    After reading the stories no other club in the world can have stories like that you can't read them without tears some good some sad but by God I am so proud to be part of this great family because that is what we are one big familyyand I thank God every day that my father made me part of this family with the greatest supporters in the world.

    GGTTH

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    Quote Originally Posted by Green Fish View Post
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    Like so many others that weekend was the best of my life but now due to adversity it holds much more importance for me.

    It was an early start for me, my son Cammy who was 10 at the time and my mates as we went through to Burntisland to get the bus. The atmosphere on the bus was great with lots of singing and joking, we made our way through to Busby bowling club.

    After a few drinks and filled rolls it was off to the match.

    I’ve been taking Cam to matches since he was about 4, he had seen a lot of poor Hibs displays, been through relegation, that final and the LC final in March ‘16. He has been brought up to always support your team and never give up. About 70 minutes into the final I saw Cam sitting down with his head in his hands. ‘We’re not going to win Dad’. I gave him a hug and told him ‘on your feet, never give up’.

    We all know what happened. We celebrated in the stand, for the first time Cam saw his Dad cry. We all ended up on the pitch. A larger older lady scooped Cam up in her arms and held him up. It was an amazing time, a bit of a blur and I wish I could remember it more clearly.

    The bus journey back was so sweet. We dropped the kids off at home in Dunfermline and got the train back into Edinburgh. We ended up in the Mousetrap down Leith Walk, what a night.

    I can’t really recall when or how I got home but after a sleep we all headed back to Edinburgh on the train for the parade. Another magical day, standing at the foot of the walk with Cam on my shoulders and onto the Links.

    Two months to the day after the final Cam fell ill. He was a fit, strong boy and from nowhere he started getting severe pain in his lower back and thighs. I took him to hospital in Kirkcaldy where he deteriorated rapidly. His last game before he fell ill was the home match v Brondby. He was deeply unimpressed by our keeper and mesmerised by the Brondby fan who stood with his back to the game for the entire match to orchestrate their fans.

    It became clear that something was very wrong, Cam was in a lot of pain and he was given morphine. It was the night of the away game v Brondby, Cam asked me the score. I told him SDG had scored, he smiled and went to sleep.

    Matters got worse. Cam stopped breathing later that night, the medical staff saved him and he was blue lighted to the sick kids. Cam was in a coma for almost two weeks in intensive care. Cammy had encephalitis, a brain infection and the doctors gave a bleak outlook.

    I sat with Cam day after day. I held his hand, I told him to fight with everything he had, ‘never give up’. I would play you tube clips to him of the final and sing SOL in his ear. I knew he would know I was with him.

    Cam did come out of his coma and started a very long road to recovery which he is still on. He couldn’t walk or talk, the pressure in his brain cut off the blood supply to his optic nerves and he has been left with no sight.

    I am of course heart broken but he is an inspiration. Now he has learned to talk, is in mainstream school, he has learned to play drums.
    He works out everyday, is muscle bound and has taken up athletics and runs 100m with a sighted guide in 15 seconds and is getting faster and faster.

    We talk about the SC final weekend often, reminiscing and laughing. He is back at ER for some matches and enjoys the new commentary service for blind/visually impaired fans.

    He never gives up!
    This thread needs to come with a warning! All great stories, but Cam's has finished me off. What an amazing kid you have there. You must be very proud of him 💚🇳🇬

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    Like so many others that weekend was the best of my life but now due to adversity it holds much more importance for me.

    It was an early start for me, my son Cammy who was 10 at the time and my mates as we went through to Burntisland to get the bus. The atmosphere on the bus was great with lots of singing and joking, we made our way through to Busby bowling club.

    After a few drinks and filled rolls it was off to the match.

    I’ve been taking Cam to matches since he was about 4, he had seen a lot of poor Hibs displays, been through relegation, that final and the LC final in March ‘16. He has been brought up to always support your team and never give up. About 70 minutes into the final I saw Cam sitting down with his head in his hands. ‘We’re not going to win Dad’. I gave him a hug and told him ‘on your feet, never give up’.

    We all know what happened. We celebrated in the stand, for the first time Cam saw his Dad cry. We all ended up on the pitch. A larger older lady scooped Cam up in her arms and held him up. It was an amazing time, a bit of a blur and I wish I could remember it more clearly.

    The bus journey back was so sweet. We dropped the kids off at home in Dunfermline and got the train back into Edinburgh. We ended up in the Mousetrap down Leith Walk, what a night.

    I can’t really recall when or how I got home but after a sleep we all headed back to Edinburgh on the train for the parade. Another magical day, standing at the foot of the walk with Cam on my shoulders and onto the Links.

    Two months to the day after the final Cam fell ill. He was a fit, strong boy and from nowhere he started getting severe pain in his lower back and thighs. I took him to hospital in Kirkcaldy where he deteriorated rapidly. His last game before he fell ill was the home match v Brondby. He was deeply unimpressed by our keeper and mesmerised by the Brondby fan who stood with his back to the game for the entire match to orchestrate their fans.

    It became clear that something was very wrong, Cam was in a lot of pain and he was given morphine. It was the night of the away game v Brondby, Cam asked me the score. I told him SDG had scored, he smiled and went to sleep.

    Matters got worse. Cam stopped breathing later that night, the medical staff saved him and he was blue lighted to the sick kids. Cam was in a coma for almost two weeks in intensive care. Cammy had encephalitis, a brain infection and the doctors gave a bleak outlook.

    I sat with Cam day after day. I held his hand, I told him to fight with everything he had, ‘never give up’. I would play you tube clips to him of the final and sing SOL in his ear. I knew he would know I was with him.

    Cam did come out of his coma and started a very long road to recovery which he is still on. He couldn’t walk or talk, the pressure in his brain cut off the blood supply to his optic nerves and he has been left with no sight.

    I am of course heart broken but he is an inspiration. Now he has learned to talk, is in mainstream school, he has learned to play drums.
    He works out everyday, is muscle bound and has taken up athletics and runs 100m with a sighted guide in 15 seconds and is getting faster and faster.

    We talk about the SC final weekend often, reminiscing and laughing. He is back at ER for some matches and enjoys the new commentary service for blind/visually impaired fans.

    He never gives up!
    Never give up Cam, that was a roller coaster of emotions for me. Goodness knows what your family has been through and hopefully that fighting spirit will make everything possible.

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    Like so many others that weekend was the best of my life but now due to adversity it holds much more importance for me.

    It was an early start for me, my son Cammy who was 10 at the time and my mates as we went through to Burntisland to get the bus. The atmosphere on the bus was great with lots of singing and joking, we made our way through to Busby bowling club.

    After a few drinks and filled rolls it was off to the match.

    I’ve been taking Cam to matches since he was about 4, he had seen a lot of poor Hibs displays, been through relegation, that final and the LC final in March ‘16. He has been brought up to always support your team and never give up. About 70 minutes into the final I saw Cam sitting down with his head in his hands. ‘We’re not going to win Dad’. I gave him a hug and told him ‘on your feet, never give up’.

    We all know what happened. We celebrated in the stand, for the first time Cam saw his Dad cry. We all ended up on the pitch. A larger older lady scooped Cam up in her arms and held him up. It was an amazing time, a bit of a blur and I wish I could remember it more clearly.

    The bus journey back was so sweet. We dropped the kids off at home in Dunfermline and got the train back into Edinburgh. We ended up in the Mousetrap down Leith Walk, what a night.

    I can’t really recall when or how I got home but after a sleep we all headed back to Edinburgh on the train for the parade. Another magical day, standing at the foot of the walk with Cam on my shoulders and onto the Links.

    Two months to the day after the final Cam fell ill. He was a fit, strong boy and from nowhere he started getting severe pain in his lower back and thighs. I took him to hospital in Kirkcaldy where he deteriorated rapidly. His last game before he fell ill was the home match v Brondby. He was deeply unimpressed by our keeper and mesmerised by the Brondby fan who stood with his back to the game for the entire match to orchestrate their fans.

    It became clear that something was very wrong, Cam was in a lot of pain and he was given morphine. It was the night of the away game v Brondby, Cam asked me the score. I told him SDG had scored, he smiled and went to sleep.

    Matters got worse. Cam stopped breathing later that night, the medical staff saved him and he was blue lighted to the sick kids. Cam was in a coma for almost two weeks in intensive care. Cammy had encephalitis, a brain infection and the doctors gave a bleak outlook.

    I sat with Cam day after day. I held his hand, I told him to fight with everything he had, ‘never give up’. I would play you tube clips to him of the final and sing SOL in his ear. I knew he would know I was with him.

    Cam did come out of his coma and started a very long road to recovery which he is still on. He couldn’t walk or talk, the pressure in his brain cut off the blood supply to his optic nerves and he has been left with no sight.

    I am of course heart broken but he is an inspiration. Now he has learned to talk, is in mainstream school, he has learned to play drums.
    He works out everyday, is muscle bound and has taken up athletics and runs 100m with a sighted guide in 15 seconds and is getting faster and faster.

    We talk about the SC final weekend often, reminiscing and laughing. He is back at ER for some matches and enjoys the new commentary service for blind/visually impaired fans.

    He never gives up!
    At times like this any reply is totally inadequate. I almost wish I was religious in that i could offer you the usual prayers etc. (Im not knocking that). All I can say is you & your boy & family are an inspiration & i wish everything good for you in the future.

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    This you and your son are inspirational

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    Like so many others that weekend was the best of my life but now due to adversity it holds much more importance for me.

    It was an early start for me, my son Cammy who was 10 at the time and my mates as we went through to Burntisland to get the bus. The atmosphere on the bus was great with lots of singing and joking, we made our way through to Busby bowling club.

    After a few drinks and filled rolls it was off to the match.

    I’ve been taking Cam to matches since he was about 4, he had seen a lot of poor Hibs displays, been through relegation, that final and the LC final in March ‘16. He has been brought up to always support your team and never give up. About 70 minutes into the final I saw Cam sitting down with his head in his hands. ‘We’re not going to win Dad’. I gave him a hug and told him ‘on your feet, never give up’.

    We all know what happened. We celebrated in the stand, for the first time Cam saw his Dad cry. We all ended up on the pitch. A larger older lady scooped Cam up in her arms and held him up. It was an amazing time, a bit of a blur and I wish I could remember it more clearly.

    The bus journey back was so sweet. We dropped the kids off at home in Dunfermline and got the train back into Edinburgh. We ended up in the Mousetrap down Leith Walk, what a night.

    I can’t really recall when or how I got home but after a sleep we all headed back to Edinburgh on the train for the parade. Another magical day, standing at the foot of the walk with Cam on my shoulders and onto the Links.

    Two months to the day after the final Cam fell ill. He was a fit, strong boy and from nowhere he started getting severe pain in his lower back and thighs. I took him to hospital in Kirkcaldy where he deteriorated rapidly. His last game before he fell ill was the home match v Brondby. He was deeply unimpressed by our keeper and mesmerised by the Brondby fan who stood with his back to the game for the entire match to orchestrate their fans.

    It became clear that something was very wrong, Cam was in a lot of pain and he was given morphine. It was the night of the away game v Brondby, Cam asked me the score. I told him SDG had scored, he smiled and went to sleep.

    Matters got worse. Cam stopped breathing later that night, the medical staff saved him and he was blue lighted to the sick kids. Cam was in a coma for almost two weeks in intensive care. Cammy had encephalitis, a brain infection and the doctors gave a bleak outlook.

    I sat with Cam day after day. I held his hand, I told him to fight with everything he had, ‘never give up’. I would play you tube clips to him of the final and sing SOL in his ear. I knew he would know I was with him.

    Cam did come out of his coma and started a very long road to recovery which he is still on. He couldn’t walk or talk, the pressure in his brain cut off the blood supply to his optic nerves and he has been left with no sight.

    I am of course heart broken but he is an inspiration. Now he has learned to talk, is in mainstream school, he has learned to play drums.
    He works out everyday, is muscle bound and has taken up athletics and runs 100m with a sighted guide in 15 seconds and is getting faster and faster.

    We talk about the SC final weekend often, reminiscing and laughing. He is back at ER for some matches and enjoys the new commentary service for blind/visually impaired fans.

    He never gives up!

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