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22-02-2011, 01:27 PM
... Hibs defeated Barcelona 3-2 at Easter Road in the second leg of their Fairs' Cup Quarter-Final to go through 7-6 on aggregate.
A Bobby Kinloch penalty in the dying minutes, taken after a near-riot on the part of the Barcelona players which went on and on and on while Bobby stood quietly on the penalty spot with the ball waiting for it all to calm down before he took the penalty.
Just so's you know, Barca had just put Real Madrid out of the European Champions' Cup - the first time Real had lost in that competition in SIX seasons. They were THAT good.
I wasn't allowed to go with my dad - it was a school-night and I had my 11-plus exam coming up in a fortnight's time, and my mother was panicking.
(As if there was ANY chance of me failing that exam. I mean - ME? :greengrin )
Anyhow, Dad had been talking about this game so much that it had caught my imagination. I wanted to go, but wasn't allowed. He went off to the game, I went unwillingly to bed.
He came home about 11 o'clock, raging about the riot. I was awake, freezing in my pyjamas at the top of the stairs, listening to him going on and on and willing him to JUST MENTION THE SCORE, WHY DON'T YOU?
Finally, he told my mum, who wasn't interested in the slightest, that Hibs had won 3-2. I should say, WE had won 3-2.
WE had won 3-2.
I went to bed happy and THAT was the game and result that made me a Hibbie for life.
So, Messrs Farmer, Petrie, Calderwood and Adams, Board members and first-team players - THAT is the eminence from which Hibs have fallen, and THAT is th eminence to which we ought to be aspiring to return.
I don't expect it next season, or even the next. But many of us auld yins remember when Hibs were major European players, and we'd like to see us at least aspiring to being so again.
See to it, guys. :aok:
A Bobby Kinloch penalty in the dying minutes, taken after a near-riot on the part of the Barcelona players which went on and on and on while Bobby stood quietly on the penalty spot with the ball waiting for it all to calm down before he took the penalty.
Just so's you know, Barca had just put Real Madrid out of the European Champions' Cup - the first time Real had lost in that competition in SIX seasons. They were THAT good.
I wasn't allowed to go with my dad - it was a school-night and I had my 11-plus exam coming up in a fortnight's time, and my mother was panicking.
(As if there was ANY chance of me failing that exam. I mean - ME? :greengrin )
Anyhow, Dad had been talking about this game so much that it had caught my imagination. I wanted to go, but wasn't allowed. He went off to the game, I went unwillingly to bed.
He came home about 11 o'clock, raging about the riot. I was awake, freezing in my pyjamas at the top of the stairs, listening to him going on and on and willing him to JUST MENTION THE SCORE, WHY DON'T YOU?
Finally, he told my mum, who wasn't interested in the slightest, that Hibs had won 3-2. I should say, WE had won 3-2.
WE had won 3-2.
I went to bed happy and THAT was the game and result that made me a Hibbie for life.
So, Messrs Farmer, Petrie, Calderwood and Adams, Board members and first-team players - THAT is the eminence from which Hibs have fallen, and THAT is th eminence to which we ought to be aspiring to return.
I don't expect it next season, or even the next. But many of us auld yins remember when Hibs were major European players, and we'd like to see us at least aspiring to being so again.
See to it, guys. :aok: