Your Scottish Cup story

[HibsMax]

As I make my way back to sunny Boston I keep thinking about all the people I met and their stories. That leaves about 20,970 stories I've not heard yet. I got an idea. Can you put your story into 500 words or less? Perhaps your story is only 20 words. We're all different. I'm not sure how much traction this would get but I think a collection of these stories would make a great addition to all your other Cup Final mementos. I would collect and curate those stories if there was enough interest.

Is there?

Hibsmax@yahoo.com

[hibs0666]

Brought up in Gorgie now live in Glasgow but only ever Hibs. I love that club so much my heart is fit to burst. Thank you for the magic.

[Pretty Boy]

Great idea, I'd be interested both in submitting my story and also having a copy of any finished product.

[MWHIBBIES]

Wrote a bit about my day and the emotions of it all here - https://moanthehibs.wordpress.com/2016/05/22/hibernian-fc-2016-scottish-cup-winners/

It's a bit amateur but I'd like to look back in a few years and remember it all. Little more than 500 words though :greengrin

[iwasthere1972]

Starting following the Hibees in the mid sixties which kicked off with a big win against Stirling Albion at Easter Road. Back in the late sixties and early seventies was a great experience being a Hibby with wonderful European nights under the Easter Road floodlights and witnessing that 5-0 win against Napoli. Leeds United, Hamburg, Liverpool and other big names came a calling with mixed results but I wouldn't have missed any of them for the world.

I would like to say that it was my dad who was the reason for my passion for all things Hibernian but it wasn't. In fact in October 1969 when I was thirteen he told me that there was no way that I was travelling through to Ibrox to watch the Hibs. Mighty glad that I gave him the slip and went as the Hibees cuffed them that day 3-1. By accident I was the only Hibs supporter in their end but I still celebrated all three goals.

Best day of seeing the Hibees was at Hampden on Saturday when we eventually lifted the holy grail. Went with my brother and sister and had a truly great day out.

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[The Green Goblin]

Max - I'd be happy to help if you want. Proof reading and editing to start with (linked to my job) but also putting it together. Let's discuss on pm? Again, only if you want.

[David_D]

Nearly never went along as had my first child born on the Wednesday. Thankfully my partner kept telling me I should go. Had a feeling all week it was coming back to leith. Great day and atmosphere. When Grays header hit the net I just remember running down stairs hugging everyone I could. The tears then started as I was thinking about how my son would never have to suffer years of heartbreak in the Scottish. Fantastic day and fantastic week.

[eezyrider]

I'm a singer in a band and was playing in Forres on the Friday. Gig didn't finish until 3am. Got up a few hours later to make the 4 hour journey to Hampden. Got there in plenty of time and so glad I made it; the day was amazing. I didn't get out of the stadium until 6pm and then had a 2 hour journey to start a gig in Dundee at 8pm. Got home at 3am and had a long lie and then straight down to Leith Walk to see the team parade the cup. Couldn't follow it all the way down as I had to be in Loanhead for 6pm for another gig. Needless to say the set list was a bit heavy with Proclaimers songs :thumbsup:

Tired but still happy. My girlfriend was complainig that I was singing "We've got John McGinn.." in my sleep :greengrin

EZ

(Edited as I can't spell properly)

[lyonhibs]

If we weren't there, would there be an interest in our stories?

A great idea.

[Viva_Palmeiras]

My story would include walking with mr White, his son and cousin passing a Police Horse and commenting "well if the Police horses are on the pitch then it'll mean one thing..." And smiled. True story:

[stuarty84]

Went with my dad and brother. a combined 117 years of suffering! Everything about this final was different. After the disappointment of the League Cup and Playoffs I just couldn't bring myself to dream about "what ifs" any longer. That said, I had to be there with the Hibernian family and something deep down told me that feeling different could signify the start of something special. We sang and drank with guys I've not seen since my early years of watching the Hibs and as we made our way to the stadium I looked to the heavens and pleaded for it to our day. From the kick off there was also something diferent about this team. They fought for every ball, looked composed and up for it.

When Halliday slotted home my heart sunk. Already writing the "brave Hibs, so close yet so far" headlines in my head.

The joy and feeling of David Gray's goal was just magical. I felt stunned, shaking, disbelief and sheer elation. I turned to my dad who brought me up a Hibee and hugged like never before as he shed tears of happiness. Shouting back and forth "we've done it, we've done it". This will forever be me and dads defining moment together and after all those years of let downs this was our time. As i looked around me at full time it became clear this was our story. The happy ending at last. Proud to be a Hibee, proud to be part of this amazing family. GGTTH

[Mr White]

My story would include walking with mr White, his son and cousin passing a Police Horse and commenting "well if the Police horses are on the pitch then it'll mean one thing..." And smiled. True story:

Prophetic words there... :greengrin

[calumhibee1]

If we weren't there, would there be an interest in our stories?

A great idea.

Absolutely!

[SteveHFC]

Great idea. I'll happily do this. :aok:

[DCI Gene Hunt]

My story is that due to Mrs Hunt's family visiting I missed most of the game! Unforgiveable! I did however catch the last 20 mins on BBC Radio Scotland and had the total JOY of hearing in real time THAT goal :flag:

Euphoria wouldn't describe it, I went mental in the car, phoned the old man who had cracked open a good bottle of Islay Whisky and was partying, spent the rest of the day reading Hibs.net forums which I couldn't post on as I'd forgotten my password! Cracked open a few beers with the brother in law to celebrate. Mrs H is a Tottenham fan (hails from Dahn Sahf) but even she was happy to see the mighty Hibees finally lift the SC.

P***ing myself laughing at the bitterly soor grapes in Gleska these past few days. Colleague of mine is a The Rangers/Sevco/Whatever they call it fan, he was practically expecting them to turn up and walk out with the cup, utterly fuming, winding him up something rotten :greengrin

Loads of The Rangers fans up here in Inverness, they've mysteriously all gone to ground, presumably most are sitting at home furiously typing rants on social media and signing petitions...

Gene

[GreenLake]

As I make my way back to sunny Boston I keep thinking about all the people I met and their stories. That leaves about 20,970 stories I've not heard yet. I got an idea. Can you put your story into 500 words or less? Perhaps your story is only 20 words. We're all different. I'm not sure how much traction this would get but I think a collection of these stories would make a great addition to all your other Cup Final mementos. I would collect and curate those stories if there was enough interest.

Is there?

Hibsmax@yahoo.com

Max, this is genius! It would be great to read all the stories and a great part of mine would involve you and your dad!

[Sergey]

Excellent idea Max - I'll get something scribbled down and fire it over to you.

One thing that will forever live in the memory was leaving the Four in Hand at around 12:30, having been drinking for the best part of 14 hours, walking up Easter Road to be met with the carnival atmosphere outside Middletons. I stood there for 10 minutes and unashamedly cried my eyes out.

[Craig_HFC]

Excellent idea Max - I'll get something scribbled down and fire it over to you.

One thing that will forever live in the memory was leaving the Four in Hand at around 12:30, having been drinking for the best part of 14 hours, walking up Easter Road to be met with the carnival atmosphere outside Middletons. I stood there for 10 minutes and unashamedly cried my eyes out.

I was outside Middletons; it was absolutely bouncing!

Big black bins used as drums & wheelie bins used as tables for the carry outs.

[HibsMax]

Sorry for the delay in replying. Just got home last night and then the whole work thing today. Very happy to see a positive response.


@GG - any help would be appreciated. I'll be in touch if this thing grows legs.


Here is what I am thinking and this is flexible. People submit as much of the following information as they feel comfortable:
Name
Age
General Location
Forum or Social Media Handle
Your Scottish Cup story: (1) Title, (2) A short preamble to set the stage, (3) The day's events as they pertain to you.


I don't think this has to be limited to those who could make it through to Hampden, we all shared in this victory together. The only restriction I would like to make is keeping it kinda short since (fingers crossed) there will be a lot of stories and we want to keep the project manageable. You don't have to be a bard or wordsmith, it's the story that is important. There will be people who edit it anyway (without changing your story) so things like grammar, punctuation, spelling, etc. don't matter.


More to follow. Hopefully we don't lose momentum. This could be quite something.

[Jonnyboy]

Count me in, Max :aok:

[nic81]

The highs and lows of that were something else, not for a minute when malonga scored that screamer did I think the unthinkable was going to happen,standing in Tynie 2-0 down just about to leave for the train when Cummings scored, the elation when Hanlon scored the equaliser, being at Easter road under the flood lights, the rendition of sunshine on leith that night, the frustration of the Inverness game at Easter road,not being able to make the Inverness replay and having to suffer the radio commentary, working in dundee with a load of Arabs, raging at Cummings for the stupidity of the missed penalty, the absolute joy when Conrad Logan saved those 2 penalties and Cummings scored the winner, the fear when stokes scored so early, the tears of frustration when Rangers scored their second, the tears of relief when stokes scored the equaliser then the absolute disbelief and not wanting to sing when David Gray scored the winner to the utter disbelief of the final whistle. Being there with my uncle Alec after the past few years and sharing that moment with him as it was him that took me to Easter road in the first place is something I'll never forget. And finally taking my 82 year old grandad to the sponsors event and the parade yesterday and seeing the utter joy in his face was worth every derby defeat, 5-1, last minute defeats, cup heartaches. This is why I am a dyed in the wool hibee. I love my team. Glory glory to the great hibees. 💚⚽️💚⚽️

https://www.facebook.com/scottishcup/videos/1087469394642549/

[GreenLake]

If we weren't there, would there be an interest in our stories?

A great idea.

I am interested. I am usually not there myself but seem to have epic living experiences watching the Hibs from far away!

[GreenLake]

The highs and lows of that were something else, not for a minute when malonga scored that screamer did I think the unthinkable was going to happen,standing in Tynie 2-0 down just about to leave for the train when Cummings scored, the elation when Hanlon scored the equaliser, being at Easter road under the flood lights, the rendition of sunshine on leith that night, the frustration of the Inverness game at Easter road,not being able to make the Inverness replay and having to suffer the radio commentary, working in dundee with a load of Arabs, raging at Cummings for the stupidity of the missed penalty, the absolute joy when Conrad Logan saved those 2 penalties and Cummings scored the winner, the fear when stokes scored so early, the tears of frustration when Rangers scored their second, the tears of relief when stokes scored the equaliser then the absolute disbelief and not wanting to sing when David Gray scored the winner to the utter disbelief of the final whistle. Being there with my uncle Alec after the past few years and sharing that moment with him as it was him that took me to Easter road in the first place is something I'll never forget. And finally taking my 82 year old grandad to the sponsors event and the parade yesterday and seeing the utter joy in his face was worth every derby defeat, 5-1, last minute defeats, cup heartaches. This is why I am a dyed in the wool hibee. I love my team. Glory glory to the great hibees. ⚽️⚽️

https://www.facebook.com/scottishcup/videos/1087469394642549/

I think Malonga should get a medal. Does he get one?

[DaveF]

Bumping this up. I'll submit something tonight.

[Andy.1875]

Wrote a bit about my day and the emotions of it all here - https://moanthehibs.wordpress.com/2016/05/22/hibernian-fc-2016-scottish-cup-winners/

It's a bit amateur but I'd like to look back in a few years and remember it all. Little more than 500 words though :greengrin

Great report.
Just reading it brought tears to my eyes again.

[Mr White]

Wrote a bit about my day and the emotions of it all here - https://moanthehibs.wordpress.com/2016/05/22/hibernian-fc-2016-scottish-cup-winners/

It's a bit amateur but I'd like to look back in a few years and remember it all. Little more than 500 words though :greengrin

:not worth

I really enjoyed reading that. An absolutely brilliant account of saturday :thumbsup:

[SlickShoes]

It just felt different didn't it?

The week leading up to the final I wasn't even thinking about winning it and letting myself dream, I had put that down to me losing all hope but now I think it was because things weren't going to follow their normal path.

Tuesday I get a phone call to tell me I've won a competition to play on the pitch on Friday at Easter Road, brilliant I never win anything. Even better I can take my Dad who I bet thought he'd never get to run out that tunnel at 61. I immediately started thinking that this could probably turn in to the best weekend of my life.

Friday was amazing, I started the game and about 20 minutes in Conrad Logan appears in the corner and starts watching these 26 fans playing to an almost empty easter road. After a while the rest of the squad filter in, some of them take seats in the east and start shouting "words of encouragement" at us, fantastic. My wide was losing at half time, managed my Mickey Weir. In the second half we pulled it back to 2-2, someone cut the ball back to the penalty spot and I remember shouting at someone to leave it as I rifled it in to the back of the net, dream come true. Game finished 5-4 to us, everyone had a great time, I wondered if the weekend could get any better....

Saturday comes and I'm still not nervous, happily demolish a meal deal on the way to the game and meet up with my parents and best pal. Walk to the stadium was fine, parking was fine, nothing was going wrong. I still don't want to say that we can win it, but I'm still feeling different than any cup final before.

Stokes slots the ball home and I start dreaming, heart is pumping, can't stand still, thinking about winning the cup, having to constantly crouch and put my head in my hands. By half time I had calmed down spoke to my mate and everything was more positive than any other cup final we had been to but it still seemed like something we'd never actually see. Rangers go 2-1 up and that feeling we've had all season creeps in, played well, had lots of shots, they have had 2 on target and here we are. Enter Liam Henderson and James Keatings, these guys make an impact, Rangers subs make them exponentially worse. After 5 minutes of feeling down it seems like we can still get something because Rangers are done.

Stokes scores again and there are no nerves I'm just filled with hope, it felt like 1 minute between that and 90+2 to me. Then the corner comes in and I just see the ball fly in to the back of the net and everyone around me loses it, the guy in the row behind me picked me up and carried me for a bit, the man infront of me kissed my head, the guy next to me is sitting shaking in his seat. For the next two minutes I think I'm constantly shouting "It's really happening!" to anyone that will listen.

When the final whistle went I thought about my Granddad, gave my parents a hug, hugged everyone around us then just crouched down on the floor and had a greet.

Stood on my seat, took a selfie(which I never do) of the most jubilant I have ever looked with a pitch invasion in the background.

I don't live in Edinburgh but I drove back there anyway because I didn't want the day to end, had some food with my parents and rewatched bits of the game still in disbelief. On the way home I drove in to Edinburgh with my scarf out the window and my horn beeping. On the drive home my eyes are welling up every time I think of the ball hitting David Grays head.

My granddad never saw it, I'm sure my dad didn't think he would see it, I had thought it was impossible for years now but we did it!

It was the perfect weekend, I wouldn't change a single thing about it.

[MWHIBBIES]

:not worth

I really enjoyed reading that. An absolutely brilliant account of saturday :thumbsup:


Great report.
Just reading it brought tears to my eyes again.
Thanks guys, I really appreciate it :thumbsup:

[Stevie Reid]

My nerves have been so shredded at Hibs games in the past that I've not been at derbies that were on my season ticket (never missed a big win though, thankfully), and I left the Hamilton play off when it went to extra time as it was the most uncomfortable and horrendous 90 minutes that I've ever been involved in. I just couldn't handle it.

However, on Saturday I felt overwhelmingly positive the whole game, and wasn't disheartened at any point, even when we went behind, as I always felt that there was more in the game for us the way we were playing. With 5 minutes to go my brother said to me that he wished it could just be extra time then, as he couldn't handle the tension - I'm normally the same, but had this weird feeling of serenity that somehow everything was going to be ok.

Think it was a combination of how well we were playing and the number of chances we were creating, alongside the knowledge that - whatever was to happen - every Hibs player to a man had given a performance to be proud of.

[Stokesy's on fire]

My Scottish cup story...

My son was born 02/02/16 he was featured in the match program for our cup replay against hearts. His copy was signed....Hibs went on to win the Scottish Cup...If carslberg did years!!

[21.05.2016]

Standing there with my family, especially my dad along with all the folk ive been going to the football with since I was a wee kid watching us lift it was very very special. We've all been through a lot together as hibs fans, highs and lows so it was brilliant to be altogether.

My dad raised me as an absolute die in the wool hibs fan, has been taking me along to ER since I was wee. When the final whistle went, we just started hugging each other and crying, it meant so much to be there with him.

[Newcastlehibby]

I also began to support/follow Hibs in the mid 60s. I saw some fantastic European action, beating Celtic in the 72 League Cup at Hampden and standing in the enclosure at Tynecastle on 1st January 1973. In January 1977 I left Edinburgh to work in Newcastle, met Mrs P and stayed there but my love of Hibs never died. My attendance has been somewhat irregular since then!!
21st May began as a day of coincidences. I went to the Polmadie area to park my car and saw Hickman St. My old boss in the Highwayman Pub in St Andrews Square bus station was called Bill Hickman, so I parked there. I then walked in the wrong direction and ended up in a very nice street called Newlands Road. I live in Newlands Avenue. Slightly spooky.
I was stuck with a ticket behind the goals in the East stand, area G4 where I prefer not to be but the way Hibs released the tickets, I had no choice.
I made my way up to the ground and was approached by a young guy standing with a wee boy. He asked me if I had a ticket in the East that I might be willing to swap for a ticket in the North, so he could at least sit near his son who was in F something. His North ticket was in row QQ so I was ecstatic. He didn't want the extra £10 his ticket cost compared with mine but I insisted he take it as that is what I had intended to pay anyway. It felt like the right thing to do.
I could not believe my luck and as I took my new seat opposite the 6 yard box, I was more convinced than ever that this was going to be our day.
I was very glad that I had the foresight to put a hanky in my coat pocket.

[HibsMax]

Can I make a couple of requests?
1. Is there any chance this thread could be stickied? Do we do that any more?
2. Can people e-mail me their stories rather than posting them here? Or e-mail me as well? That makes it much easier for me to collate. Include your Name, Age, Location, Social Media / Forum Name, and of course your story (with a story title if you want one e.g., "My Trip to Hampden").

Initially I suggested stories of 500 words or less because I figured that would be equivalent of one page in Word. I Just tested that and got about 720 words but obviously that depends on font size, etc. I don't think we need to be that strict but the way I envision this is each story being on it's on page - one per page. I'm open to suggestions as well. If you've already got your story written (some people have already written blogs) then I don't know that you need to edit it down, but I think that people would enjoy reading through lots of shorter stories rather than your complete life history leading up to this moment. So just send me what you have, we'll take a look at what we get and take it from there.


Here's something that occurred to me the other night. Be discreet. That probably goes without saying but has to be said. If your story includes other people, be sure that they won't object to being included in your story.

[DaveF]

Thread Stuck.

[HibsMax]

Thread Stuck.
Thanks very much. I see e-mails starting to flow in. I want to strike while the iron is hot.....before the mindset of Friday 13th kicks in again. :-)

[Jonnyboy]

Thanks very much. I see e-mails starting to flow in. I want to strike while the iron is hot.....before the mindset of Friday 13th kicks in again. :-)

Mine on its way in about 60 seconds, Max :aok:

[DaveF]

Mine sent :aok:

[LancashireHibby]

Thanks very much. I see e-mails starting to flow in. I want to strike while the iron is hot.....before the mindset of Friday 13th kicks in again. :-)

When is the latest that you want any stories, Max?

[Aitcheffsee]

'Twas the night before Hampden when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The Hibs scarfs were hung in the bedrooms with care,
And Hibs shirts all ironed and hung on a chair

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While dads and big brothers were all thinking ahead
Of tomorrow's big game and of who Stubbsy might start
Conrad Logan in goals they were sure he'd play a big part.

Lewis Stevenson on the left flank , David Gray on the right
Behind them Paul Hanlon with all of his might
Beside him Darren McGregor and Liam Fontaine
Both built like a massive old fashioned steam train.

Then Fraser Fyvie brought into the ruck
Complimented by the skilled touches of Dylan McGeouch
And what can we say about that lad John McGinn
I truly don't know where I should begin

Jason Cummings our striker out on the left
Anthony Stokes Is on fire with a touch oh so deft.
The subs Oxley, Keatings and Boyle didn't start
Gunnarsson, Dagnall,Henderson and that man we call Bart

In the 3rd minute Stokes raced towards the Hun goal
And dispatches a shot into the net it did roll
The HIBEES in the East stand arose just as one
It looked like Stokes could score goals for fun

The Huns scored two without any reply
But with ten minutes remaining Hendos corner flew by
To be met by Stokesy who headered the ball into the net
And a Grandstand finish was sure to be set.

Injury time came and David Gray forced a throw in
He looked up and who should he see but McGinn
He threw the ball to Fyvie who was in front of the Hibs stand
He passed it to Stokesy who was denied by a hand

The corner was taken by Liam Hendersons right boot
We all hoped it would go to Stokesy who we knew would just shoot
But it landed for Captain Fantastic David Gray
He bulleted a header which took 114 years away
As the net bulged and billowed with the force of the ball
The HIBEES had answered their fans pleading call
On fingernails some Hibbys who began just to chew
Waited on the final whistle for a minute or two
And then the sound of the refs whistle a delight just to hear
The last time we'd won it 1902 was the year
It was when Man Utd used to be Newton Heath
But today all we care about is that there's Sunshine on Leith.

[Chorley Hibee]

I'll not lie, I was in floods of tears on Saturday at the full time whistle yet I've never been happier in all my life.

I attended my first Hibs game (having just moved to Scotland) on the 14th November 1987: a 1-0 over Motherwell, and immediately fell in love with the club, it's colours, it's support, it's history and so much more.

I didn't truly appreciate the almost life changing effect my visit to Easter Road that day would have on my life, but in the ensuing years I've lived and breathed every heartbreaking moment of the trials and tribulations of Hibernian Football Club: the countless derby defeats, the repeated cup final defeats, the constant ribbing from opposition support, the inane ability to consistently snatch defeat from the jaws of victory, relegation, record defeats, even fighting to save the very existence of our club at one point.

Saturday, at 4:52pm all the raw emotion and pent up frustration was finally released in this very moment, and after a 114 years of repeated failure I finally realised I was living the dream and that I was experiencing what so many haven't and never will.

Every single moment of pain that Hibernian Football Club have inflicted upon me was worth it all for Saturday.

It truly was the happiest day of my life!

GGTTH :flag::gwa::hibees

[Austinho]

After yet another heartbreaking defeat, my dad asked me why I was still a Hibs fan. I looked at him and said 'because I'm a good son - for me there was no other choice'.

A few years on, and I've spent the past couple of years in living in Australia and New Zealand. I flew home to surprise my dad on the eve of the Scottish Cup final. Because my arrival was a secret, I wasn't able to sit next to him at Hampden, but we soaked up the prematch atmosphere together. When the full time whistle blew, and the Hibs fans made their way onto the pitch, I was able to make my way across the stadium and join my old man for Sunshine on Leith and the rest of the celebrations.

Nothing will ever top flying 14,000 miles, from Queenstown, to Auckland, to Sydney, to Dubai, to Manchester, to Glasgow just to see Hibs win the cup.

[GreenLake]

I am not starting mine until it's finished, but also I would like assurances of anonymity to avoid law suits. 😎

[hibs69]

Excellent poem, Aitcheffsee. Really liked, quote,
"But it landed for Captain Fantastic, David Gray
He bulleted a header which took 114 years away."
Awesome!

[HibsMax]

Folks, I will trawl through this thread as well but please email me to make things a little easier. Details elsewhere in this thread.

I will start this weekend, bounce some ideas of my editor (GG) :-) and take things from there.

[pacorosssco]

at the weekend wid be delighted to put a few words doon

[HibsMax]

Sorry for the delay folks. Keep sending me your stories. I will go through this thread to make sure nothing is missed but e-mail is appreciated for ease of collection.

[HappyAsHellas]

Posted on another thread, but.........

I was overcome with a sense of deep foreboding as Hibs were trailing der hun by 2 goals to 1 on a sunny afternoon in Hampden park. When Stokes scored the equaliser it was as if a tsunami of relief washed over me and I knew we were still in this game. My daughter was telling me "we can do this" repeatedly whilst I was just praying we could make it to extra time. Then we got a corner. Henderson hits a sublime ball into the penalty area and Gray just attacks it. When the ball hits the net I am no longer a mere mortal. My daughter and I hug each other as if it's our final moments on this planet. Except we are jumping and leaping up and down, bouncing on waves of ecstasy and she is crying tears of joy that would melt your heart: I can't help but raise my eyes to the heavens and tell my Dad that we've done it. I break off from our embrace before I become a quivering wreck and am immediately hugged by an unknown Hibby and we dance around together yelling YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS at the top of our voices for what seems like an awful long time to be cuddling a stranger. Afterwards I notice out of the corner of my eye that both my daughter and myself have our hands over our mouths, frightened to breathe as it might disturb the magic we have just witnessed. In answer to my prayers I see John McGinn pick the ball up and realise it's over - we've done it. I have witnessed many joyous occasions in what has been a largely fruitful and happy life and yet nothing prepared me for this. A greater feeling of euphoria, jubilation, exultation, rapture, a veritable transport of delight I have never before encountered in all my days. Later on in the evening at Middletons bar in Easter Road we are drinking more than can be possibly good for ones well being, singing songs and dancing in the street. As I stand looking around me a guy with a huge Hibs flag rolled over his shoulders stands beside me, shakes my hand and says "drink it in, drink all this in, you will never see it again in your lifetime" and departs with a smile. The drummer and guys from section 43 turn up and so does the frenzied singing, dancing and merriment. A man in the pub opens a carrier bag to reveal a piece of the hallowed turf and people dutifully stroke it, as though it could guarantee a lottery win. I know I have drunk too much, expressed more raw emotion than an average man would like to admit to, and yet I would not change one second of it for anything in the world. I was there. I know most of you were as well. Remember that day, for it will never happen again.

GGTTH

[lugz]

As all cup finals are this was nerve-wracking from the offset. From standing in my work using their wifi to watch the penalties against DUFC onto using my works wifi again (there's a theme) to get tickets at the start of wave 2. It's fair to say the build up and the match were no less nervy.

In the week building up to the game I had butterflies in the stomach constantly and would wake up each day with Turnbulls Tornadoes in my head.
On the day of the match I was kitted out in my retro top that I wore to a certain game in 2012 (my thinking was it can't get any worse) and I set off to meet a friend at platform 5 at haymarket, a couple of quick pints were had before heading off for our "luxury coaches", unfortunately these coaches were less luxury and more double decker. Once aboard the yellow double decker buses we were advised the club we were going to would be charging for entry as well, would anything go right today?

Once we arrived at the club several drinks were had and lots of chat about how "today feels different" then it was back onto the bus to hampden. After several pints and rums I was feeling enthused and enjoying the pre match bounce. Once the game started the nerves were back.
Couldn't have asked for a better start for the first time in my life we were leading a Scottish cup final, me and a friend ended up falling down the seats in front of us and celebrated the goal lying on the floor with our arms and legs in the air haha.
As rangers came back into the game I started to get the feeling of here we go again, then Halliday hits a peach...I sunk into my seat and was devastated.
The hope was brought back when stokesy equalised and they took Waghorn off, I remember saying to a friend that this was it, it was going to happen.....then it happened the greatest moment as a hibs fan I have ever experienced, jumping up and down as the corner was giving shouting please please please. The moment the ball hit the net it was sheer pandemonium, jumping around, hugging people i have never met in my life....then it hit home I sunk back into my seat and burst into tears, the tears continued on to the final whistle and way beyond. I phoned my mum who was looking after my daughter that day, she had brought me up to be a hibs fan and we had STs for years together. I just cried down the phone saying we've done it, we've bloody done it.

After I finally stopped crying the post match was special....SOL being sung better than ever before and seeing the hibees finally lift the holy grail.

I'll not bore you with the post match celebration let's just say it involved plenty alcohol and lasted 3 days.

As a football fan this was the greatest day of my life and one that will never be beaten.

[Dashing Bob S]

Without being too personal I had the Mrs eyes popping like champagne corks all week after that.

Finally she's taking an interest in Hibs.

[IanFaeClerrie]

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Daughter grew up in the US, her pal over for a visit and they go to the final. American pal thinks this happens every week. Met Leigh in Harthill on the way home.

[DaveSo]

THAT day was different.
Firstly, my brother decided to fly home from Kuala Lumpa for the final. He wasn't at all the other recent losing finals.
On an impulse I picked up a picture of my Grandad who died suddenly as a youngish man way back in 1960. He was a Leither through and through and probably the reason our family are all Hibees. The picture was put in my back pocket so in effect we had four generations going to the game - my Grandad, my dad, me and my brother plus my two teenage sons.
We were also on a different supporters bus as the usual bus always ended up with misery on the way home.
So off we set but soon into the journey the driver tells us the bus is overheating and he is stopping in Livingston to await a replacement vehicle. Fortunately he stopped outside a pub so we all trooped in for refreshments !
It was agreed we would stay where we were and pass on the visit to Shettleston Juniors where we were booked in.
We were all happy with this at this change of routine, it was a good sign or so we kept reassuring ourselves.
So a few hours later we climbed into the new bus to get to Hampden. Once there we got parked up with help from the polis and my brother discovered we were right beside a flat he stayed in during the 1980's while at Uni so we trooped round to it so he could get a picture at its front door. No idea why but again it was different !
Our ticket arrangements were different this time as well. My dad and I had tickets for the South Stand while my boys and brother were in the East. Usually we are all together.
A family hug beside the rank food vans outside Hampden and we split up to get in at our different turnstiles. We agreed to meet at the same place after the game hoping our big change of cup final habits would bring a different result.
Five minutes in and Stoksey was on fire and terrified their defence as they let him run in unopposed to score. First time I had ever seen Hibs in the lead in a Scottish Cup final. Fantastic start and feeling.
As we all know now despite being the better team with numerous chances we were two-one down with 10 minutes to go. That familiar sick feeling was returning.
A few minutes later Liam Henderson takes a corner right in front of us and Stoksey nods it in and it's crazy in the stands. It was now the first time I had seen Hibs score two goals in a Scottish Cup final. Game on again.
And then into injury time it's another corner right in front of us. The noise just seemed to get louder and louder and as Liam Henderson fired in another pin point cross it seemed like a green and white exocet missile launched itself at the ball and it flew into the net. Cue absolute bedlam on a scale I have never seen or witnessed before and unfortunately I don't think will ever see again.
For the remaining two minutes my dad and I just hugged each other and I kept on saying "We're gonna win it, we're gonna win it" and then it was over. Similar to all of us it was an indescribable feeling of euphoria.
It was the first time any of us had seen Hibernian win the Scottish Cup.
Later after the Cup was awarded I pulled out the picture of my Grandad and showed it to my dad saying "your dads here and he seen us win the cup too". My dad just burst into tears as he really thought at age 69 he was never going to see this happen.
Back to the meeting point and this time a mad celebration group hug with my boys and brother.
THAT day was definitely different and it was the best ever !

[Bill Milne]

Starting following the Hibees in the mid sixties which kicked off with a big win against Stirling Albion at Easter Road. Back in the late sixties and early seventies was a great experience being a Hibby with wonderful European nights under the Easter Road floodlights and witnessing that 5-0 win against Napoli. Leeds United, Hamburg, Liverpool and other big names came a calling with mixed results but I wouldn't have missed any of them for the world.

I would like to say that it was my dad who was the reason for my passion for all things Hibernian but it wasn't. In fact in October 1969 when I was thirteen he told me that there was no way that I was travelling through to Ibrox to watch the Hibs. Mighty glad that I gave him the slip and went as the Hibees cuffed them that day 3-1. By accident I was the only Hibs supporter in their end but I still celebrated all three goals.

Best day of seeing the Hibees was at Hampden on Saturday when we eventually lifted the holy grail. Went with my brother and sister and had a truly great day out.

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There was a Scottish fitba annual out around that time, which showed a pencil-thin Peter Marinello celebrating one of his two goals at the Copland Road end. It clearly showed a Hibs fan jumping up and down at the foot of that end. was that you and did you get leathered as a consequence of your joy?

[HibsMax]

Just another note to say THANKS to everyone who has provided stories so far. I haven't had an opportunity to do much but I will not let this project slip away. I won't let you down. :)

[AlanGF69]

How do you copy and paste from a Word document?

It doesn't seem to work.

[AlanGF69]

Ahh, got it now!!! :thumbsup:

My story

I have really enjoyed reading the forums for the past three weeks. I starting reading everyone’s posts a couple of days leading up to the final (on other threads of course), and since then, I have wanted to post my own Scottish Cup story. So, here it is:

It started on Friday 20th May. I was out with my workmates in central Edinburgh [Grassmarket] and was having a bit to eat and a few drinks. One of my mates, a big Hibs fan, was excited about the upcoming game as very much as I was. Just a drink or two into the sunny evening, one of my best mates called me on my mobile. My best mate isn’t really interested in football, but he invited me to go to his house for the Cup final on Saturday afternoon; his other mate – a Hibee – was going to be there also. I said I would think about it, and get back to him.

Anyway, Friday was a good night out for a few bevvies, and on Saturday morning, I got myself off to the local gym/leisure centre. I did a couple of hours, and then came home. On the way home, I bought the Edinburgh Evening News, with the front page headline “Make History, Boys”. Of course, like so many of us, I was doubtful our wonderful club would break the 114 year hoodoo. Despite this, I thought, yes, it’s got to happen sometime in the future – why not now? Anyway, my mate came round, and picked me and my youngest son (he’s 11) up and took us back to his house. When we got there, he put on the spicy chicken wings in the oven, got the beer and red wine out, and along with his other mate, we sat down to watch the final.

Unfortunately, despite trying hard, I couldn’t get any tickets for the final at Hampden, but I thought – well, here I am with my son, my best mate and another fellow Hibee sat down in front of BBC’s Cup final coverage – so it’s gonna be a good afternoon (hopefully, I thought).

After the build-up, the game got under way, and before we had a chance to settle in, Stokesy came up with a wonderfully ‘passed’ finish, beyond the Rangers goalkeeper. 1-0 after 3 minutes or so! Brilliant – we were all happy (even my mate was happy - who doesn’t bother with football normally – he merely wanted Hibs to win, even if it was just to smash the 114-year hoodoo) – but, of course, there was a long way to go. Miller equalised, and we were all a bit down, but being Hibs, we accepted this part and parcel of our season. Hibs were the better side in the first half, and the whole team played well; in particular Stokes, who had terrorised the Rangers defence during the first 45. We had our chicken wings just before half-time, and more beer (soft drinks for my son, of course!), and wondered what the 2nd half would bring.

When Halliday struck, we all thought (well, I did anyway) – “Oh, here we go again. Same old story….” However, despite Rangers having good possession for a decent part of that 2nd half, we were all still hopeful. And my goodness, what a sense of relief when Stokes got our 2nd goal from a wonderful delivery from Henderson! We went mad, but knew we still had to score again. I just remember feeling - well, at least we have come back from a losing position, and showed some resilience!

Before the game, I had said that I would put my HD video camera on for the last five minutes of the game, just to catch our reaction, in the event that Hibs scored a late winner. Unfortunately, our fabulous winning goal by David Gray didn’t register on video – I was too wound up in the game and forgot about it. But wow, when that goal went in, the whole house shook – we were all mad men (and mad boy!) – we couldn’t believe it!!! It was at that point that I started recording the video, and I placed it in such a way that you see some of the TV and the four of us, sitting on the couch and chair, anticipating a momentous occasion.

When the final whistle blew (and it seemed a mini-eternity), we erupted in joy! It was such an unbelievable moment that my best mate’s friend had his head in his hands, a stunned look on his face, and he said, “I just can’t believe it. I just can’t believe that just happened!”

It was an incredible afternoon, it really was. To have that dramatic late goal from David Gray ranks as one of the best weekends of my life. It was that good!

On Sunday, my son and I watched and recorded (also took photos) of the victory parade, starting up at the city chambers, and then we followed it all the way down to the Links. An absolutely incredible day – sun shining on Leith as a bonus! – and we got lots of photos and HD video!

I can’t imagine having another football weekend like that again.

Just incredible!!!

[ano hibby]

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Of course the events of 21st May were simply unforgettable but I'd like to focus on some of the now iconic events leading up to That day in May. The road started in Kirkcaldy and it was fitting that Leither and The Rangers player of the previous year last came off the bench and scored our first goal of the campaign. Daren McGregor of course. King Dom then scored a peach in the top corner and it was fitting he played a part in this great story. We were on our way. It continued to get better. Hearts were 2 up with 10 to play and could have continued the hurt going to 115 years. Alas they didn't...nae luck Jambos!! Former Jambo and Hibs top scorer Jason Cummings headed home the first and then lifelong Hibby Paul Hanlon netted a last minute equaliser. We hadn't celebrated a goal like that in a long long time. I thought I was hugging my sons who were with me but it ended up being a guy who had ended up 5/6 rows forward such was the bedlam. Singing the McGinn song as we left the Roseburn end it really felt this team had a special spirit about them. How true that was to be. The home Derby was the only game we missed in the cup run as we were in Austria on holiday. We listened/watched on a combination of Hibs TV and Periscope in a hotel room with my 2 sons and my daughters boyfriend, a Jambo. We were diplomatic in our celebrations and thanked him for releasing match winner Jason Cummings to us. No asterisk against our cup win unlike their financially doped versions. The home ICT game was a great battle with another released Jambo, James Keatings scoring our goal. It was a great away support which travelled up to Inverness a few days after League Cup final heartbreak. Stokesy did the business and history was made with Oxleys booking which led to the inspired signing of Logan. When we turned up early at Hampden for the semi I texted a few pals saying 'wait until you see the nick of our goalie!'. Boy can appearances be deceptive. Logan was absolutely inspired and a deserved MOM. A word for our penalty takers, Hanlon, McGinn, Boyle and of course JC who swept us through.
That day was unforgettable from start to finish. I had my 2 boys with me as well as my brother, nephew and good mate from school, CJ. Every player including subs delivered with of course Stokes & Gray getting the main plaudits and Stubbs made the subs at the right times. Everyone a hero, a legend of our great club. The Saturday night (http://www.hibs.net/x-apple-data-detectors://2) in Leith and all day Sunday were just as good as the game. The atmosphere, the outpouring of joy & emotion, the tens of thousands of people celebrating, the pubs all absolutely jumping with Stokesy on fire, the McGinn song but also Jimmy Boco and Super Joe Tortolano songs got airings amongst others. The feeling of being there whilst we got the monkey of our backs, coming from behind to win against the new club in the 92nd minute. I mean...simply incredible. Writing this weeks later the feeling of euphoria has barely dimmed helped by others stories and all the YouTube etc clips. I will never tire of watching them.

When Hibs went up to lift the Scottish Cup I was there.

[FranckSuzy]

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Of course the events of 21st May were simply unforgettable but I'd like to focus on some of the now iconic events leading up to That day in May. The road started in Kirkcaldy and it was fitting that Leither and The Rangers player of the previous year last came off the bench and scored our first goal of the campaign. Daren McGregor of course. King Dom then scored a peach in the top corner and it was fitting he played a part in this great story. We were on our way. It continued to get better. Hearts were 2 up with 10 to play and could have continued the hurt going to 115 years. Alas they didn't...nae luck Jambos!! Former Jambo and Hibs top scorer Jason Cummings headed home the first and then lifelong Hibby Paul Hanlon netted a last minute equaliser. We hadn't celebrated a goal like that in a long long time. I thought I was hugging my sons who were with me but it ended up being a guy who had ended up 5/6 rows forward such was the bedlam. Singing the McGinn song as we left the Roseburn end it really felt this team had a special spirit about them. How true that was to be. The home Derby was the only game we missed in the cup run as we were in Austria on holiday. We listened/watched on a combination of Hibs TV and Periscope in a hotel room with my 2 sons and my daughters boyfriend, a Jambo. We were diplomatic in our celebrations and thanked him for releasing match winner Jason Cummings to us. No asterisk against our cup win unlike their financially doped versions. The home ICT game was a great battle with another released Jambo, James Keatings scoring our goal. It was a great away support which travelled up to Inverness a few days after League Cup final heartbreak. Stokesy did the business and history was made with Oxleys booking which led to the inspired signing of Logan. When we turned up early at Hampden for the semi I texted a few pals saying 'wait until you see the nick of our goalie!'. Boy can appearances be deceptive. Logan was absolutely inspired and a deserved MOM. A word for our penalty takers, Hanlon, McGinn, Boyle and of course JC who swept us through.
That day was unforgettable from start to finish. I had my 2 boys with me as well as my brother, nephew and good mate from school, CJ. Every player including subs delivered with of course Stokes & Gray getting the main plaudits and Stubbs made the subs at the right times. Everyone a hero, a legend of our great club. The Saturday night (http://www.hibs.net/x-apple-data-detectors://2) in Leith and all day Sunday were just as good as the game. The atmosphere, the outpouring of joy & emotion, the tens of thousands of people celebrating, the pubs all absolutely jumping with Stokesy on fire, the McGinn song but also Jimmy Boco and Super Joe Tortolano songs got airings amongst others. The feeling of being there whilst we got the monkey of our backs, coming from behind to win against the new club in the 92nd minute. I mean...simply incredible. Writing this weeks later the feeling of euphoria has barely dimmed helped by others stories and all the YouTube etc clips. I will never tire of watching them.

When Hibs went up to lift the Scottish Cup I was there.

Wonderful :thumbsup::not worth

[Liam978]

[QUOTE=DaveSo;4723565]THAT day was different.
Firstly, my brother decided to fly home from Kuala Lumpa for the final. He wasn't at all the other recent losing finals.
On an impulse I picked up a picture of my Grandad who died suddenly as a youngish man way back in 1960. He was a Leither through and through and probably the reason our family are all Hibees. The picture was put in my back pocket so in effect we had four generations going to the game - my Grandad, my dad, me and my brother plus my two teenage sons.
We were also on a different supporters bus as the usual bus always ended up with misery on the way home.
So off we set but soon into the journey the driver tells us the bus is overheating and he is stopping in Livingston to await a replacement vehicle. Fortunately he stopped outside a pub so we all trooped in for refreshments !
It was agreed we would stay where we were and pass on the visit to Shettleston Juniors where we were booked in.
We were all happy with this at this change of routine, it was a good sign or so we kept reassuring ourselves.
So a few hours later we climbed into the new bus to get to Hampden. Once there we got parked up with help from the polis and my brother discovered we were right beside a flat he stayed in during the 1980's while at Uni so we trooped round to it so he could get a picture at its front door. No idea why but again it was different !
Our ticket arrangements were different this time as well. My dad and I had tickets for the South Stand while my boys and brother were in the East. Usually we are all together.
A family hug beside the rank food vans outside Hampden and we split up to get in at our different turnstiles. We agreed to meet at the same place after the game hoping our big change of cup final habits would bring a different result.
Five minutes in and Stoksey was on fire and terrified their defence as they let him run in unopposed to score. First time I had ever seen Hibs in the lead in a Scottish Cup final. Fantastic start and feeling.
As we all know now despite being the better team with numerous chances we were two-one down with 10 minutes to go. That familiar sick feeling was returning.
A few minutes later Liam Henderson takes a corner right in front of us and Stoksey nods it in and it's crazy in the stands. It was now the first time I had seen Hibs score two goals in a Scottish Cup final. Game on again.
And then into injury time it's another corner right in front of us. The noise just seemed to get louder and louder and as Liam Henderson fired in another pin point cross it seemed like a green and white exocet missile launched itself at the ball and it flew into the net. Cue absolute bedlam on a scale I have never seen or witnessed before and unfortunately I don't think will ever see again.
For the remaining two minutes my dad and I just hugged each other and I kept on saying "We're gonna win it, we're gonna win it" and then it was over. Similar to all of us it was an indescribable feeling of euphoria.
It was the first time any of us had seen Hibernian win the Scottish Cup.
Later after the Cup was awarded I pulled out the picture of my Grandad and showed it to my dad saying "your dads here and he seen us win the cup too". My dad just burst into tears as he really thought at age 69 he was never going to see this happen.
Back to the meeting point and this time a mad celebration group hug with my boys and brother.
THAT day was definitely different and it was the best ever ![/QUOTE
Just read your post, wish I hadn't, in floods of tears again.

[aussie_hibee]

My wife of 12 years left me on New Years Day 2016. I had to be strong for the kids and because I had them al day every day for 3 weeks straight due to it being summer school holidays, I never really had time to process
what had happened to me. I decided that I needed to come back to Edinburgh to be around some very special friends that I knew would get me through the hardest time in my life.

Naturally, I checked to see what fixtures were on when I was back. Damn, no league games and no games at ER. Wait, 2 cup games, both at Tynie!!!!!! The thought of seeing my beloved Hibees was a small glimmer of light in a very dark time for me.

People who I barely know rallied for me and got me tickets to both games at tynie and others who I’ve never met, picked me up and drove me to the derby.

I thought the semi was special but when Paul Hanlon slotted home that equaliser, I got a feeling that I’d never had with Hibs before, a real belief that this was our year.

I returned to Oz and watched the replay and semi on my own on Hibs TV.

The day of the final arrived and the arrangements I had made, to go to the Hibs Supporters Club, had to be cancelled as I had nobody to watch the kids.

I sat there alone, in my living room, with the hibs TV stream plugged in to my TV and went mental when stokes put us 1-0 up.
I couldn’t believe it, was this really happening????

Then they scored and we missed chance after chance and that familiar feeling of so close but so far started to creep up.
Then they go in front. Here we go again. I’m not surprised, it’s taking a familiar course for me in 2016.

STOKES……! Oh my god, we’re actually back in this. Surely not, SURELY NOT.

4 minutes….! Come on Hibs, get to extra time, we’ll take them in extra time……!

Henderson to deliveeeeeeeeerrrrr.

Total elation. Pure joy that I never thought I’d feel in my life ever again.

Come on Hibs, hold on….. HOLD ON…. Please please please please please, just one time, just this one time.

Full time whistle……!

I can’t believe it, we’ve actually done it. It hit me like a train. I sank to my knees and bawled like a baby.

Tears of absolute joy.

I sat there on my living room floor, crying my eyes out as the thousands there flooded on to the pitch and it hit me.

I was meant to watch this alone….. I will be ok. Hibs have won the bloody Scottish Cup and I WILL BE OK.

I picked myself up and sat there watching the celebrations, totally content, nay, happy.

A day that is up there with the birth of my children and a day I will never forget. Thank you Hibs.

GGTTH.

[Thecat23]

My son who is coming up for 6 bleeds green and white, and he knows formations etc already. I wouldn't say he got what it means to us Hibs fans to win the Scottish cup but he did know it had been 114 years.

When Ross County scored I looked at him and he had a tear running down his face. I felt horrible seeing that but being a Hibs fan I thought he will see more than his fare share of heartache. After the league cup final I posted a pic on my Facebook of us and I just said one day son we'll stand together at Hampden and see Hibs lift a cup. I was surprised to receive a PM from Marvin Bartley and all it said was "tell the wee man, we'll have him smiling come may."

I thanked him for the message and deep down I never thought I'd be heading to another Scottish cup final. But when we went to pens my son cuddled into me and couldn't watch the last pen. The roar meant he knew exactly how it went and his face was such a picture.

So then it was Scottish cup final day, all the talking we had done about how the game would go stopped. Instead it was very quiet in our car more nerves than anything. The evening news got our pic and Mason was on the BBC 1 national news as well. I thought please don't lose this not now, let us see us win it. We got in took our seat and it was just a see if green and white.

The first goal I thought was a feeling I'd never feel again, then boom 2-2 and we're right in this again. Mason said dad we are going to win this. My heart sank as I knew if we had lost he'd be a state and so would I being honest.

But up steps captain marvel Sir David Gray, and BANG.... The roof of Hampden was just about blown clean off, the noise was incredible I've grabbed my boy I feel to my knees and couldn't contain myself. All I could hear is him screaming in my ear YEEEESSSSSSS DADDY, YEEEEEEESSSS!

After that I couldn't breath, the air seemed to vanish inside the ground and I had to sit down to take this in. It Hibs after all, this could still go to E.T! Then the full time whistle and the hurt from any other final was gone, we'd done it.. We have won the Scottish Cup. I turned to Mason and there he was crying again, this time tears of joy!

I'm 38 years old, and I'll never feel like I did at those moments when we scored the third and when that whistle went. An incredible thing to see and one that gave me such a close bond to my son.

Thank you Hibernian, all the heartache we suffered made this so much more special.

We love you. 💚🇳🇬🏆

[ano hibby]

Last few stories are great for many different reasons.

[Thecat23]

We came as underdogs,

Played as warriors,

Left as Legends. 🏆

[FranckSuzy]

We came as underdogs,

Played as warriors,

Left as Legends. 

:not worth Wonderful, just bl00dy wonderful.

[aussie_hibee]

My son who is coming up for 6 bleeds green and white, and he knows formations etc already. I wouldn't say he got what it means to us Hibs fans to win the Scottish cup but he did know it had been 114 years.

When Ross County scored I looked at him and he had a tear running down his face. I felt horrible seeing that but being a Hibs fan I thought he will see more than his fare share of heartache. After the league cup final I posted a pic on my Facebook of us and I just said one day son we'll stand together at Hampden and see Hibs lift a cup. I was surprised to receive a PM from Marvin Bartley and all it said was "tell the wee man, we'll have him smiling come may."

I thanked him for the message and deep down I never thought I'd be heading to another Scottish cup final. But when we went to pens my son cuddled into me and couldn't watch the last pen. The roar meant he knew exactly how it went and his face was such a picture.

So then it was Scottish cup final day, all the talking we had done about how the game would go stopped. Instead it was very quiet in our car more nerves than anything. The evening news got our pic and Mason was on the BBC 1 national news as well. I thought please don't lose this not now, let us see us win it. We got in took our seat and it was just a see if green and white.

The first goal I thought was a feeling I'd never feel again, then boom 2-2 and we're right in this again. Mason said dad we are going to win this. My heart sank as I knew if we had lost he'd be a state and so would I being honest.

But up steps captain marvel Sir David Gray, and BANG.... The roof of Hampden was just about blown clean off, the noise was incredible I've grabbed my boy I feel to my knees and couldn't contain myself. All I could hear is him screaming in my ear YEEEESSSSSSS DADDY, YEEEEEEESSSS!

After that I couldn't breath, the air seemed to vanish inside the ground and I had to sit down to take this in. It Hibs after all, this could still go to E.T! Then the full time whistle and the hurt from any other final was gone, we'd done it.. We have won the Scottish Cup. I turned to Mason and there he was crying again, this time tears of joy!

I'm 38 years old, and I'll never feel like I did at those moments when we scored the third and when that whistle went. An incredible thing to see and one that gave me such a close bond to my son.

Thank you Hibernian, all the heartache we suffered made this so much more special.

We love you. 💚🇳🇬🏆

What a magic read. Delighted for you and your wee boy.

[Waxy]

Some brilliant stories here.Lots of memories of that day will stay with me forever but the the most emotional was in the minutes after the final whistle. Standing on the stairs behind the goal watching the pitch invasion with tears streaming onto the steps.

[postwarhibby]

APOLOGIES FOR LATE SUBMISSION I’VE JUST RETURNED FROM CLOUD 9
My love affair with Hibs stretches back to the time when my Dad took me to Easter Road as a very small boy. I remember the vastness of Easter Road and the bright scarlet tops of the opposition (Aberdeen? Or more likely Third Lanark?). I don’t remember much about the Hibs team which is doubly sad because circa 1952 I probably saw the Famous Five play but don’t remember it.
In 1960 my first match on my own a Scottish Cup replay against Celtic. Some Celtic fans arrived late and broke down an exit door which fell on them. The injured were carried down the terracing to the pitchside. Even more horrifying was the abuse other Celtic fans aimed at Joe Baker. Until then I thought everybody loved him. Hibs lost and so it began.
The next memories were better-Real Madrid, Naples, Malmo, Hamburg, Leeds and Liverpool, then eventually Turnbull’s Tornadoes-great team but several big Hampden disappointments.
Onto March 2016 and the Ross County Final. I was fairly optimistic; after all we’d beaten better Premiership teams. My oldest grandson (a Celtic Fan) insisted on going with me. I’m not sure why but at the end of the game-desolate I turned to him and said I didn’t think I’d ever see Hibs win the Scottish Cup but if they did in his lifetime I asked him to remember me and raise a glass. As a seven-year-old when I told an uncle, a retired baker from Leith then in his seventies, I supported Hibs he went into the breast pocket of his charcoal suit, which everyone wore in those days, and produced a small wooden green cup. He said he would carry it around until the Hibs won the Cup. I think this memory sparked off my despairing comment to my own grandson.
I got my final tickets early-great seats, then it dawned on me the final clashed with a family occasion. Fortunately, we made the bus and onto Hampden.
I had steeled myself against having any expectations. Unlike 2012 I avoided the buildup, read no papers, ignored omens. Pleasantly surprised by the first goal-one up in the Scottish Cup Final! Had this happened before? Then the missed chances, their equaliser. I felt disappointed but not too much because I had expected nothing, insulated myself from nearly all emotion. Well we’d been here before-many times.
Then the substitutions, we begin to drive forward. At least we’d be glorious losers this time. The equalizer-could we take this to extra time? Then Saint David’s winner I looked at the scoreboard. It said 90 minutes. How much stoppage time? Being deaf I hadn’t heard the announcement. I asked my partner-4 minutes. The shaking started. Could I survive 4 minutes, not realising the goal had been scored 2 minutes into stoppage time. I saw Liam jump and looked up to heaven, elation. Then the tears but no embarrassment everyone around me was in the same state. I thought of family, including my late uncle with his wee cup. None had witnessed what I had just seen-ecstatic but humble.
A short time later the final seal on a great day, a text from my grandson telling me to have that drink myself. From the family occasion on Saturday morning to the parade on Sunday when we escorted the cup back to Leith-the best weekend of my life!

[Dan Sarf]

APOLOGIES FOR LATE SUBMISSION I’VE JUST RETURNED FROM CLOUD 9
My love affair with Hibs stretches back to the time when my Dad took me to Easter Road as a very small boy. I remember the vastness of Easter Road and the bright scarlet tops of the opposition (Aberdeen? Or more likely Third Lanark?). I don’t remember much about the Hibs team which is doubly sad because circa 1952 I probably saw the Famous Five play but don’t remember it.
In 1960 my first match on my own a Scottish Cup replay against Celtic. Some Celtic fans arrived late and broke down an exit door which fell on them. The injured were carried down the terracing to the pitchside. Even more horrifying was the abuse other Celtic fans aimed at Joe Baker. Until then I thought everybody loved him. Hibs lost and so it began.
The next memories were better-Real Madrid, Naples, Malmo, Hamburg, Leeds and Liverpool, then eventually Turnbull’s Tornadoes-great team but several big Hampden disappointments.
Onto March 2016 and the Ross County Final. I was fairly optimistic; after all we’d beaten better Premiership teams. My oldest grandson (a Celtic Fan) insisted on going with me. I’m not sure why but at the end of the game-desolate I turned to him and said I didn’t think I’d ever see Hibs win the Scottish Cup but if they did in his lifetime I asked him to remember me and raise a glass. As a seven-year-old when I told an uncle, a retired baker from Leith then in his seventies, I supported Hibs he went into the breast pocket of his charcoal suit, which everyone wore in those days, and produced a small wooden green cup. He said he would carry it around until the Hibs won the Cup. I think this memory sparked off my despairing comment to my own grandson.
I got my final tickets early-great seats, then it dawned on me the final clashed with a family occasion. Fortunately, we made the bus and onto Hampden.
I had steeled myself against having any expectations. Unlike 2012 I avoided the buildup, read no papers, ignored omens. Pleasantly surprised by the first goal-one up in the Scottish Cup Final! Had this happened before? Then the missed chances, their equaliser. I felt disappointed but not too much because I had expected nothing, insulated myself from nearly all emotion. Well we’d been here before-many times.
Then the substitutions, we begin to drive forward. At least we’d be glorious losers this time. The equalizer-could we take this to extra time? Then Saint David’s winner I looked at the scoreboard. It said 90 minutes. How much stoppage time? Being deaf I hadn’t heard the announcement. I asked my partner-4 minutes. The shaking started. Could I survive 4 minutes, not realising the goal had been scored 2 minutes into stoppage time. I saw Liam jump and looked up to heaven, elation. Then the tears but no embarrassment everyone around me was in the same state. I thought of family, including my late uncle with his wee cup. None had witnessed what I had just seen-ecstatic but humble.
A short time later the final seal on a great day, a text from my grandson telling me to have that drink myself. From the family occasion on Saturday morning to the parade on Sunday when we escorted the cup back to Leith-the best weekend of my life!

Lovely story, beautifully told. :flag:

[BSEJVT]

Some wonderful stories, beautifully told

The written word still has its place in these days of selfies and video clips etc as it gives you the chance to take your time over the reading of it and to focus on the emotions of the writer rather than being absorbed by the content.

There is definitely a book to be made out of this project

Thanks for organising it

[ano hibby]

Beautiful postwar hibby. Wonderful story.

[FitbaFolkKen]

I’m absolutely numb. Falkirk robbed us. Referee robbed us. Could Hibs disappoint us any more than they have? The play-off defeat has hit a nerve, every Hibs fan I speak to is resigned to failure. It is an all-time low for the club.

Monday morning and it dawns on me. It’s cup final week! If you can’t get excited for cup final week then you might as well give up football. So I do my best to shrug off the disappointment of the previous week and as Alan Stubbs has said throughout the season “We go again”. A great mantra to live by.

The week progresses as usual and I start to get excited, more in hope than expectation but I was genuinely excited.

Low key doesn’t do the cup final preparations justice, 3 beers a spot of lunch and a taxi to the ground for kick off. I’ve spent the morning trying not to imagine Hibs breaking the curse that has haunted them for 114 years.

It was phenomenal.

The moment Stokesy burst down that wing and Kiernan retreated you knew they were scared. The ball hits the back of the net and it is amazing. The masses of faithful Hibernian supporters are lifted from their seats. The singing is constant and it is loud. 21000 hibees in great voice.

The tide begins to turn though and we find ourselves 2-1 behind. There is now an edginess in the stand, this story is all too familiar. The nearly men resulting in the mocking use of “Hibs’d it” as an expression of failure. Not today, the team dug deep. Playing with a hunger and aggression that their opponents lacked the Hibs players lifted the crowd. There was hope in the stands, Stokes rises and the near post and it is 2-2. Unbelievable. Where there was hope there is now conviction.

The final ten minutes are a bit of a blur, Hibs control the possession but can’t carve the opening. 4 minutes injury time and Rangers look like they have settled for injury time and regrouping. Not Hibs, today we play to win. 92nd minute and it is a corner, Henderson delivers and Gray is first to the ball. It leaves his head and the net bulges. Unlike anything I have ever seen the stadium erupts. The Hibernian family is together, a tidal wave of emotion hits the stands, crying, cheering, and hugging with their Hibernian brothers and sisters.

Full time is sounded and again the stands explode, looking around in disbelief I realise what this team have just achieved. I take my seat and for a moment I’m absolutely numb.

:gwa:

[Thecat23]

APOLOGIES FOR LATE SUBMISSION I’VE JUST RETURNED FROM CLOUD 9
My love affair with Hibs stretches back to the time when my Dad took me to Easter Road as a very small boy. I remember the vastness of Easter Road and the bright scarlet tops of the opposition (Aberdeen? Or more likely Third Lanark?). I don’t remember much about the Hibs team which is doubly sad because circa 1952 I probably saw the Famous Five play but don’t remember it.
In 1960 my first match on my own a Scottish Cup replay against Celtic. Some Celtic fans arrived late and broke down an exit door which fell on them. The injured were carried down the terracing to the pitchside. Even more horrifying was the abuse other Celtic fans aimed at Joe Baker. Until then I thought everybody loved him. Hibs lost and so it began.
The next memories were better-Real Madrid, Naples, Malmo, Hamburg, Leeds and Liverpool, then eventually Turnbull’s Tornadoes-great team but several big Hampden disappointments.
Onto March 2016 and the Ross County Final. I was fairly optimistic; after all we’d beaten better Premiership teams. My oldest grandson (a Celtic Fan) insisted on going with me. I’m not sure why but at the end of the game-desolate I turned to him and said I didn’t think I’d ever see Hibs win the Scottish Cup but if they did in his lifetime I asked him to remember me and raise a glass. As a seven-year-old when I told an uncle, a retired baker from Leith then in his seventies, I supported Hibs he went into the breast pocket of his charcoal suit, which everyone wore in those days, and produced a small wooden green cup. He said he would carry it around until the Hibs won the Cup. I think this memory sparked off my despairing comment to my own grandson.
I got my final tickets early-great seats, then it dawned on me the final clashed with a family occasion. Fortunately, we made the bus and onto Hampden.
I had steeled myself against having any expectations. Unlike 2012 I avoided the buildup, read no papers, ignored omens. Pleasantly surprised by the first goal-one up in the Scottish Cup Final! Had this happened before? Then the missed chances, their equaliser. I felt disappointed but not too much because I had expected nothing, insulated myself from nearly all emotion. Well we’d been here before-many times.
Then the substitutions, we begin to drive forward. At least we’d be glorious losers this time. The equalizer-could we take this to extra time? Then Saint David’s winner I looked at the scoreboard. It said 90 minutes. How much stoppage time? Being deaf I hadn’t heard the announcement. I asked my partner-4 minutes. The shaking started. Could I survive 4 minutes, not realising the goal had been scored 2 minutes into stoppage time. I saw Liam jump and looked up to heaven, elation. Then the tears but no embarrassment everyone around me was in the same state. I thought of family, including my late uncle with his wee cup. None had witnessed what I had just seen-ecstatic but humble.
A short time later the final seal on a great day, a text from my grandson telling me to have that drink myself. From the family occasion on Saturday morning to the parade on Sunday when we escorted the cup back to Leith-the best weekend of my life!

Loved reading this. Some superb stories on this thread!

[Mr White]

Loved reading this. Some superb stories on this thread!

:agree:
Possibly my favourite ever thread.

[Viva_Palmeiras]

There will be an entry from me I'm still trying to live in the moment rather than over analyse or understand it - just feel it - kinda like watching it through your own eyes as opposed to videoing it. Plus I'm lazy...

[The Green Goblin]

Still working on mine. But wow, some really beautiful stories on this thread.

[Jonnyboy]

Still working on mine. But wow, some really beautiful stories on this thread.

I've taken a conscious decision not to read them, waiting instead for Max's book :thumbsup:

Anyway, here's mine


A Long and Winding Road

On 21 May 2016, Hibernian Football Club won the Scottish Cup and I was there! Aye, but how did I get there? What sort of journey did I have? Let me tell you ………

My journey actually began in the 1960’s. Born in Leith in 1952, my family moved to a newly built housing scheme on the South side of Edinburgh and I soon made lots of pals, many of whom were from families that had also made that house move and most of them were Hibs fans.

I was football daft which is slightly surprising as my parents and my older siblings, 2 boys and 2 girls, had no interest in the game. I played football with my pals at every opportunity and regardless of the weather but I hadn’t actually been to a game. That changed when my pal Jimmy’s Dad offered to take me to Easter Road. It sounds like a cliché now but believe me this is the truth of the matter. I arrived at ER, climbed what seemed like a million steps and arrived at the top of the old East Terracing just as Hibs were emerging from the tunnel. It was, literally and unconditionally, love at first sight.

Attendance was sparse for me in those early days as my folks couldn’t really afford the expense but Jimmy’s Dad was brilliant and often helped with the cost. One of the earliest games I can recall was a 5-2 home win over Queen of the South when Neil Martin scored four for Hibs, against the side he’d left to sign up at ER! That was in the old First Division but my earliest Scottish Cup memory comes from the following season when we thumped Partick Thistle 5-1 at ER. Willie Hamilton was majestic that day and laid on four of the five goals! There were early signs of just how the Scottish Cup would torment me in years to come as despite knocking Rangers out in the next round we lost in the semi-final to Dunfermline.

As the years rolled by there would be many painful Scottish Cup memories and I found myself repeatedly making a statement that I’m pretty sure most Hibs fans have done. “When we do finally win it, I can go to my grave a happy man.”

That day has come but I’m not quite ready for my grave yet!

The absolute joy of watching Hibs beat Rangers 3-2; of watching Stokes on fire; of watching David Gray strike the killer blow will stay with me ‘til the day I die. I shared it on the day with my younger brother, my nephew, my oldest friend and his son and all five of us were blubbing like babies. I would have loved to have shared it with my son too, but circumstances prevented that and I had to just take time out to think of the joy he would have been feeling at that same moment in time.

Earlier I said my love for Hibs was both literal and unconditional. Prior to 26 May I didn’t think it could get any stronger – I was wrong.

[ano hibby]

Lovely Johnnyboy - what a fitting end to the last of your trilogy the 21st of May would make (?).

[Ringothedog]

My Scottish cup journey started in the early 70's. I remember a 2-1 win over Hearts at tynie and an 8-1 win over Forfar at Easter Road. Those were followed by my first final in 1972 and being dragged out at 1-4 when I still believed we could come back and win( I was only 11), the journey continued with 3 visits to Hampden, rushing back from Wembley for the 3rd game only for me to miss the only time that Hibernian would lead in a Scottish cup final for over 36 years. There followed the finals in 2000,2012 and 2013 were the usual ending happened and I trudged home miserable thinking next year would be our year.

2016 was different, it just felt different. When we drew with Inverness and knew who we would get in the semi final, I spoke with my dad and predicted that we would win the replay, beat Dundee United in the semi-final and beat Rangers in the final, unfortunately my dad passed away on 19th April and never got the chance to see us win it,when that David Gray header bulleted into the net I went ballistic with everyone around me,then reality set in that my dad wasn't alive to see this and I sat down in my seat and shed more than a few tears for him.

If it wasn't for him I would not be the person that I am nor the passionate Hibernian fan that I became

[IanFaeClerrie]

What a fabulous dad. You were lucky to have him.

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[surreyhibbie]

I come from a family of non-football fans, apart from a Celtic supporting uncle, who probably never attended a game in his life. Anyway, I was friendly with an older guy who live in the same stair as me and he talked about Hibs all the time. Eventually he agreed to take me to Easter Road in a pre-season friendly with Newcastle United.
I was blown away with the size of the crowd and the view from the top of the old East terracing. And was hooked. Thanks Pete Gray. Ended up going home and away for several years.
Cue several cup finals (including the three against Rangers) over the years, with very few happy outcomes.
Moved down South at the end of ’81 and to be honest kind of lost touch with Hibs – no Internet, very little in the papers and even the Scottish Sunday ones were hard to find. My best mate Eddie Whoriskey sent me the Pink now and then but that was it.
Two sons later, both with funny English accents but brought up as Hibbies of course, and we had the pleasure of watching the 2007 final together. Couldn’t get tickets to the 2012 final (fortunately) so watched it in the Hibs Club. Enough said. Made it the following year of course but still no joy.
Younger son and the wife made it to the League Cup Final this year, disappointed yet again. So when we made the second Cup Final it was down to me and the bairn (although 30 isn’t really a bairn…)
The days leading up to the Final were not filled with hope as we seemed to have hit a bad patch. And it was the SC and it was The Rangers. I admit I had got to the stage where I didn’t think we would ever win it and never been less confident in my life at a Cup Final. Still, did the whole Hospitality thing and started to have fun with Eddie and his son and a few others.
One Nil up after a couple of minutes and I started to dream. When we went 2-1 down I thought “here we go again, another long depressing trip back from Hampden”
Then Stokesy scored and we started to dream again. 92nd minute we get a corner. Eddie says to me “This is for the cup” and I held my breath. The noise when the ball hit the net was incredible but my eyes were on the Ref to see if it would be disallowed for some pathetic reason.
It wasn’t and I spent the next two minutes wondering why the clock was still on 90 mins!
Then the final whistle. Mayhem. I sat down with my head in my hands and cried. Cracked up again on the way out but my son had the grace not to embarrass his Dad by making a big deal of it.
Best weekend of my life (so far!) Still haven’t really calmed down.

[Cookiehibs]

I know the final has gone and past now but I'm sure all my fellow hibees still relive that moment every day so I thought I would share my story. I have been a huge hibs fan all my life and been through that same rollercoaster we have all experienced being hibs fans. After feeling the lows of failed promotion and play off games I was clinging on to our last shot at glory. I remember saying to my wife's brother in law and my best mate that this was a game we could not miss. As nervous as I was I knew from the feeling I had that weekend that this day might just be different. Early morning that day we all met together for a few drinks waiting to leave on the bus. Each minute that passed I got that little bit more nervous. When we arrived and took our seats I remember taking a big gasp of air to try and settle my nerves. Looking around at the mass of green and white, the time for heroes banner I began to feel a great sense of togetherness and couldn't wait for it to start. What a feeling it was when stokes bangs in the first goal. I was so elated but then after settling myself down and realising it was so early in the game and there was a long time to go. Negativity was beginning to creep in just before The Rangers scored there second as I felt it coming. Stokes equaliser was something special and it was almost as sense of thank god we have taken it to extra time at least. At this point the nerves began to come back. After we equalised there was this strange atmosphere and I'm sure we all felt it. It was a feeling of we have them here! This isn't going to extra time. Gray scores! I jump up and grab my mate next to me in ecstasy, we embrace for a few seconds and I remember running down the stairs next to our seats and grabbing random people. Others standing still with hands on head in tears. I remember some even just hit the floor to their knees. It was such a surreal feeling. I couldn't stop the tears from that minute until the final whistle where I ran onto the pitch straight to my mate mcgregot and I screamed we've done it! To this day my wife doesn't understand why I still watch the game over and talk about what happened. I said only us hibees will understand. Hands down the best footballing day of my life.

[Northernhibee]

My old man had been taken into hospital a few weeks before the final; I really don't want to go into details about it at all but if he'd been taken to hospital a few hours after he was he'd probably not have been around to see the game. He got out of hospital a handful of days before the cup final but was in no way fit to travel through to Glasgow but he insisted that I went nonetheless. I left a scotch pie in the fridge as well as some Bovril cubes for my dad to enjoy at HT when watching at home as I stayed at his overnight to try and share some of the build up with him.

Took the train through, had a good meal and a pint before the game. Found myself muttering "C'mon, c'mon, please let this stay like this" after five minutes when we were a goal up, only for the ever familiar feeling of Hampden heartbreak creep in when Kenny Miller equalised and Halliday hit the screamer. Felt as low as any other cup final beforehand when the "Cheer up Alan Stubbs" sectarian song was being sung by our counterparts opposite as it felt so, so wrong that they could get to celebrate in their vile way. The jolt of our equaliser just reignited the nerves from before and when Stokes shot in time added on was saved it just felt like extra time was almost a given.

From my view in the east it looked as if Henderson's corner had been wasted as it disappeared into a group of players. A split second later it remerged as it bulleted into the back of the net and bedlam ensued, hugging strangers around me who'd appeared from several rows behind, bursting into tears and then having the horrible, awful realisation that there was still time to play. I don't remember that much after that, apart from celebrating the cross ball intended for Tavernier going out for a goal kick.

I saw Liam Henderson sprinting, arms out wide before I heard the whistle and just broke down - when they were clearing the pitch I phoned my dad and we only were really able to laugh in disbelief down the phone at each other. Once the cup was lifted, SOL was sung and the Hibees bounce was done rushed to get the train back to Glasgow Central where I'd intended to go for a few pints but the train to pop by my dads was just away to leave in the train next to the one I'd just been on. Leapt on that, headed back to Dundee, got three fish suppers and a bottle of champagne. Knocked on the door and the game clearly meant as much to my dad as it does now. Watched the highlights on the BBC, laughed at Terry Butcher's miserable face. My dad went to bed, I went out with a friend and drank another bottle of champagne and woke up the next morning with a banging headache and literally no voice whatsoever. Watched the highlights on Hibs TV and the emotions came flooding back. Still not stopped talking about it since.

My dad's been in and out of hospital a couple of times since but is slowly on the mend - I'm just glad that his GP saw sense to get him to hospital straight away as even if he wasn't at the game I always wanted to experience the Scottish Cup win with him. Took me to my first Hibs game and quite frankly for all the years of disappointment he deserves it. :flag:

[Superfurry72]

Please forgive me in being a bit late in posting this one. But here is my wee story.

Two years ago, in June 2014, I was taken into hospital, spending a week in intensive care where apparently it was touch and go, and another three weeks in a high dependency unit. While I lay there basically fighting for my life it upset me greatly to think that if things got worse I’d never have known what it was like to get married, have children – or see Hibs lift the Scottish Cup.

On to 2015, and I was recovering well, and in February that year my beautiful girlfriend and I got engaged. The only downer was Hibs’ failure to get promoted and their defeat by Falkirk in the semis of the Scottish Cup. It was especially irritating as I thought we’d have had a great chance in the final against Caley Thistle.

Anyway, we set our wedding date initially for May 21, 2016, until my best friend and best man helpfully (and semi jokingly) pointed out this may clash with the Scottish Cup final. So we moved it to June 4, just to be on the safe side.

Moving on to 2016, things started well when my fiancée revealed in early March that she was pregnant, and we were even able to work out it was conceived on the same day as the 2-2 cup game at Tynie!!!

When the big day came at Hampden, my best man reminded me in the morning (after I had put some money on a 3-2 win for Hibs!) that this had nearly been my wedding day. Bloody hell, WHAT an escape. As for the game, well, I’ll be honest, I can’t actually remember much about it, it’s a bit of a blur. I wish I could recall more, but I’ll never forget when David Gray’s header hit the net. All our dreams had come true, and after everything that had happened in the last couple of years I just couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. I was there with all my pals watching a dream unfold in front of my eyes. It was only in the pub afterwards that the enormity what I had witnessed, and all my emotions over everything that had led us all to this point, spilled over and I burst spontaneously into floods of tears.

My wedding took place in London (where I have lived for 19 years) two weeks later, and was incredible. The two best days of my life, two weeks apart. Myself, my family and close friends all wore Flower of Scotland tartan with white shirts and green ties, and we had green and white confetti, as well as my old Hibs scarf (bought the day before the 1991 Skol Cup final) tied to the stage where the ceilidh band played later. The Proclaimers went down well that night!

In November, my wife is due to have our baby, giving me the ultimate hat trick for 2016. I still find it hard to take this all in, and after everything that’s happened I realise how privileged I am to have seen it. Some weren’t so lucky – my friend’s dad passed away aged 70 in 2012 and never got to see Hibs win the cup (we toasted him at the Foot Of The Walk on the Saturday evening).

I am so, so proud of my team – I always have been, but I feel energised by the cup win, like a weight has been lifted from me and all of us. And now I feel I can look forward, rather than back. It’s not how you fall, it’s how you get back up – I think that can apply to both Hibs and my life over the past couple of years. GGTTH!!!

[JimBHibees]

Please forgive me in being a bit late in posting this one. But here is my wee story.

Two years ago, in June 2014, I was taken into hospital, spending a week in intensive care where apparently it was touch and go, and another three weeks in a high dependency unit. While I lay there basically fighting for my life it upset me greatly to think that if things got worse I’d never have known what it was like to get married, have children – or see Hibs lift the Scottish Cup.

On to 2015, and I was recovering well, and in February that year my beautiful girlfriend and I got engaged. The only downer was Hibs’ failure to get promoted and their defeat by Falkirk in the semis of the Scottish Cup. It was especially irritating as I thought we’d have had a great chance in the final against Caley Thistle.

Anyway, we set our wedding date initially for May 21, 2016, until my best friend and best man helpfully (and semi jokingly) pointed out this may clash with the Scottish Cup final. So we moved it to June 4, just to be on the safe side.

Moving on to 2016, things started well when my fiancée revealed in early March that she was pregnant, and we were even able to work out it was conceived on the same day as the 2-2 cup game at Tynie!!!

When the big day came at Hampden, my best man reminded me in the morning (after I had put some money on a 3-2 win for Hibs!) that this had nearly been my wedding day. Bloody hell, WHAT an escape. As for the game, well, I’ll be honest, I can’t actually remember much about it, it’s a bit of a blur. I wish I could recall more, but I’ll never forget when David Gray’s header hit the net. All our dreams had come true, and after everything that had happened in the last couple of years I just couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. I was there with all my pals watching a dream unfold in front of my eyes. It was only in the pub afterwards that the enormity what I had witnessed, and all my emotions over everything that had led us all to this point, spilled over and I burst spontaneously into floods of tears.

My wedding took place in London (where I have lived for 19 years) two weeks later, and was incredible. The two best days of my life, two weeks apart. Myself, my family and close friends all wore Flower of Scotland tartan with white shirts and green ties, and we had green and white confetti, as well as my old Hibs scarf (bought the day before the 1991 Skol Cup final) tied to the stage where the ceilidh band played later. The Proclaimers went down well that night!

In November, my wife is due to have our baby, giving me the ultimate hat trick for 2016. I still find it hard to take this all in, and after everything that’s happened I realise how privileged I am to have seen it. Some weren’t so lucky – my friend’s dad passed away aged 70 in 2012 and never got to see Hibs win the cup (we toasted him at the Foot Of The Walk on the Saturday evening).

I am so, so proud of my team – I always have been, but I feel energised by the cup win, like a weight has been lifted from me and all of us. And now I feel I can look forward, rather than back. It’s not how you fall, it’s how you get back up – I think that can apply to both Hibs and my life over the past couple of years. GGTTH!!!

Great story. :not worth

[Lancs Harp]

Please forgive me in being a bit late in posting this one. But here is my wee story.

Two years ago, in June 2014, I was taken into hospital, spending a week in intensive care where apparently it was touch and go, and another three weeks in a high dependency unit. While I lay there basically fighting for my life it upset me greatly to think that if things got worse I’d never have known what it was like to get married, have children – or see Hibs lift the Scottish Cup.

On to 2015, and I was recovering well, and in February that year my beautiful girlfriend and I got engaged. The only downer was Hibs’ failure to get promoted and their defeat by Falkirk in the semis of the Scottish Cup. It was especially irritating as I thought we’d have had a great chance in the final against Caley Thistle.

Anyway, we set our wedding date initially for May 21, 2016, until my best friend and best man helpfully (and semi jokingly) pointed out this may clash with the Scottish Cup final. So we moved it to June 4, just to be on the safe side.

Moving on to 2016, things started well when my fiancée revealed in early March that she was pregnant, and we were even able to work out it was conceived on the same day as the 2-2 cup game at Tynie!!!

When the big day came at Hampden, my best man reminded me in the morning (after I had put some money on a 3-2 win for Hibs!) that this had nearly been my wedding day. Bloody hell, WHAT an escape. As for the game, well, I’ll be honest, I can’t actually remember much about it, it’s a bit of a blur. I wish I could recall more, but I’ll never forget when David Gray’s header hit the net. All our dreams had come true, and after everything that had happened in the last couple of years I just couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it. I was there with all my pals watching a dream unfold in front of my eyes. It was only in the pub afterwards that the enormity what I had witnessed, and all my emotions over everything that had led us all to this point, spilled over and I burst spontaneously into floods of tears.

My wedding took place in London (where I have lived for 19 years) two weeks later, and was incredible. The two best days of my life, two weeks apart. Myself, my family and close friends all wore Flower of Scotland tartan with white shirts and green ties, and we had green and white confetti, as well as my old Hibs scarf (bought the day before the 1991 Skol Cup final) tied to the stage where the ceilidh band played later. The Proclaimers went down well that night!

In November, my wife is due to have our baby, giving me the ultimate hat trick for 2016. I still find it hard to take this all in, and after everything that’s happened I realise how privileged I am to have seen it. Some weren’t so lucky – my friend’s dad passed away aged 70 in 2012 and never got to see Hibs win the cup (we toasted him at the Foot Of The Walk on the Saturday evening).

I am so, so proud of my team – I always have been, but I feel energised by the cup win, like a weight has been lifted from me and all of us. And now I feel I can look forward, rather than back. It’s not how you fall, it’s how you get back up – I think that can apply to both Hibs and my life over the past couple of years. GGTTH!!!

Top stuff fella


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Personally I've only just sobered up, how has the start of the season gone? Are we still in Europe? How did the Brexit vote go?

[The Pointer]

Admins, don't close this thread! I've got my story on another pc and will try and get round to getting it on here. :agree::aok:

[Vini1875]

My Trip to Hampden
Vini1875
Glasgow
53 years old

My story is actually about two members of the West of Scotland Branch, Ian and Elaine. he's from Glasgow and she is from Perth. They got together almost two decades ago and as time wore on they would often be asked about wedding plans, to which they both replied "We'll do it when Hibs win the cup."
So on the 21st of May at around 4.50pm as Hibs fans hugged each other and some ran onto the pitch following David Gray's late winner, high up in the south stand debenture section, Ian dropped to one knee and produced the ring he had been carrying since we went to the final in 2001 and asked Elaine if she would finally marry him. She said yes, making David Gray not only a cup winning captain but also a cup winning cupid. I had texted her after the final to say what they were going to say now and she just texted a picture of the ring on her finger.

[Liam978]

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My Trip to Hampden
Vini1875
Glasgow Nice won Vinnie GGTTH.

53 years old

My stonry is actually about two members of the West of Scotland Branch, Ian and Elaine. he's from Glasgow and she is from Perth. They got together almost two decades ago and as time wore on they would often be asked about wedding plans, to which they both replied "We'll do it when Hibs win the cup."
So on the 21st of May at around 4.50pm as Hibs fans hugged each other and some ran onto the pitch following David Gray's late winner, high up in the south stand debenture section, Ian dropped to one knee and produced the ring he had been carrying since we went to the final in 2001 and asked Elaine if she would finally marry him. She said yes, making David Gray not only a cup winning captain but also a cup winning cupid. I had texted her after the final to say what they were going to say now and she just texted a picture of the ring on her finger.

[EastThomasSTboy]

After being utterly miserable after the playoffs, the wife and I went to Majorca for a weeks holiday.
I am almost 60 and been a Hibby all my days, always recalling my granddads words that I would never live to see my team win the Scottish Cup.
He had been to both finals in the 1920s and never got over the Hibs losing both of them. I went to all the Hampden SC nightmares as well.
We went to a local Sports bar in Cala D'Or, where I counted 13 people in the large bar, average age 75, not a Hun in sight (all Hibbys).
Great to go one up, then reality hit us, as we were 2-1 down with 20 minutes to go, when super sub Henderson came on.
The auld yins in the bar where muttering about Hampden hoodoos, when Stokesy headed in the equaliser (He really loves playing against the Rangers).
Well,!!! after looking like coffin-dodgers, all the auld yins went mental ( Zimmers cast asunder!!), I don't think the Spanish bar staff knew what was going on.
When Gray scored the third, the place went even more mental, then the whistle, and the realisation, that 114 years of hurt were over.(Felt strangely numb & exhilarated at same time).
The bar staff then changed the Channel!!! (didn't get to watch the Hibs fans taking home some souvenirs!!!) as the FA Cup Final was about to start.
Wife then asked, if I wanted to contact our Airline and try and fly home that Evening/next morning, for the Glorious Sunday Parade!!.
I said "Naw", as I wanted to lie on my sun bed for the next 6 days thinking about what had just happened.

Got home and spent the next 8 weeks drawing our heroes.!!

GGTTH

[familyman]

My son who is coming up for 6 bleeds green and white, and he knows formations etc already. I wouldn't say he got what it means to us Hibs fans to win the Scottish cup but he did know it had been 114 years.

When Ross County scored I looked at him and he had a tear running down his face. I felt horrible seeing that but being a Hibs fan I thought he will see more than his fare share of heartache. After the league cup final I posted a pic on my Facebook of us and I just said one day son we'll stand together at Hampden and see Hibs lift a cup. I was surprised to receive a PM from Marvin Bartley and all it said was "tell the wee man, we'll have him smiling come may."

I thanked him for the message and deep down I never thought I'd be heading to another Scottish cup final. But when we went to pens my son cuddled into me and couldn't watch the last pen. The roar meant he knew exactly how it went and his face was such a picture.

So then it was Scottish cup final day, all the talking we had done about how the game would go stopped. Instead it was very quiet in our car more nerves than anything. The evening news got our pic and Mason was on the BBC 1 national news as well. I thought please don't lose this not now, let us see us win it. We got in took our seat and it was just a see if green and white.

The first goal I thought was a feeling I'd never feel again, then boom 2-2 and we're right in this again. Mason said dad we are going to win this. My heart sank as I knew if we had lost he'd be a state and so would I being honest.

But up steps captain marvel Sir David Gray, and BANG.... The roof of Hampden was just about blown clean off, the noise was incredible I've grabbed my boy I feel to my knees and couldn't contain myself. All I could hear is him screaming in my ear YEEEESSSSSSS DADDY, YEEEEEEESSSS!

After that I couldn't breath, the air seemed to vanish inside the ground and I had to sit down to take this in. It Hibs after all, this could still go to E.T! Then the full time whistle and the hurt from any other final was gone, we'd done it.. We have won the Scottish Cup. I turned to Mason and there he was crying again, this time tears of joy!

I'm 38 years old, and I'll never feel like I did at those moments when we scored the third and when that whistle went. An incredible thing to see and one that gave me such a close bond to my son.

Thank you Hibernian, all the heartache we suffered made this so much more special.

We love you. 💚🇳🇬🏆


Well I am now in the senior category ..just creeps up on you actually, but I and my grown up son went to the final and it was just so special..I kept thinking of when I got a lift over by my Dad to Easter Road all those years ago,even saw Gordon Smith but can hardly recall it as I was very small.. I looked up to the sky at the end to tell him(Dad) we had won...Having lost the final just a few weeks before and those dreaded play offs the team seemed inspired so those two events did add a lot to the teams drive...The Time For Heroes DVD reminds me too the players are all human with families....Let's :flag:use all use that win to stay positive this year for the team!!! A brilliant day out and a time to think of our absent friends etc...Great to be a Hibs man.

[The Weeman's Mum]

The moto PERSEVERE, has been very important to our family and my son. He was born with a lifelong health and mobility condition, and has been through many adventures in and out of hospital since he was born. He is 18. He has been through good and bad times with Hibs. The best obviously when we HIBSD it in May. My son was critical last April after having another surgery, (had that many we have lost count). Every member of his medical care team and his Dad and I, constantly used the target of us lifting the going to Hampden and lifting the cup, to aid insist recovery. He, along with myself, had every faith it would happen. He has never lost faith in the prospect of us lifting the Scottish Cup. He even predicted the score, the opposition and the winning goal scorer. To see the look on his face when Sir David and the team came through, was indescribable, especially through my 😢. The fact he has been fortunate to see us lift two cups in his lifetime, in itself is incredible. With many more to come.

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[One Day Soon]

My son who is coming up for 6 bleeds green and white, and he knows formations etc already. I wouldn't say he got what it means to us Hibs fans to win the Scottish cup but he did know it had been 114 years.

When Ross County scored I looked at him and he had a tear running down his face. I felt horrible seeing that but being a Hibs fan I thought he will see more than his fare share of heartache. After the league cup final I posted a pic on my Facebook of us and I just said one day son we'll stand together at Hampden and see Hibs lift a cup. I was surprised to receive a PM from Marvin Bartley and all it said was "tell the wee man, we'll have him smiling come may."

I thanked him for the message and deep down I never thought I'd be heading to another Scottish cup final. But when we went to pens my son cuddled into me and couldn't watch the last pen. The roar meant he knew exactly how it went and his face was such a picture.

So then it was Scottish cup final day, all the talking we had done about how the game would go stopped. Instead it was very quiet in our car more nerves than anything. The evening news got our pic and Mason was on the BBC 1 national news as well. I thought please don't lose this not now, let us see us win it. We got in took our seat and it was just a see if green and white.

The first goal I thought was a feeling I'd never feel again, then boom 2-2 and we're right in this again. Mason said dad we are going to win this. My heart sank as I knew if we had lost he'd be a state and so would I being honest.

But up steps captain marvel Sir David Gray, and BANG.... The roof of Hampden was just about blown clean off, the noise was incredible I've grabbed my boy I feel to my knees and couldn't contain myself. All I could hear is him screaming in my ear YEEEESSSSSSS DADDY, YEEEEEEESSSS!

After that I couldn't breath, the air seemed to vanish inside the ground and I had to sit down to take this in. It Hibs after all, this could still go to E.T! Then the full time whistle and the hurt from any other final was gone, we'd done it.. We have won the Scottish Cup. I turned to Mason and there he was crying again, this time tears of joy!

I'm 38 years old, and I'll never feel like I did at those moments when we scored the third and when that whistle went. An incredible thing to see and one that gave me such a close bond to my son.

Thank you Hibernian, all the heartache we suffered made this so much more special.

We love you. 💚🇳🇬🏆



And that's me away again...

[ano hibby]

The moto PERSEVERE, has been very important to our family and my son. He was born with a lifelong health and mobility condition, and has been through many adventures in and out of hospital since he was born. He is 18. He has been through good and bad times with Hibs. The best obviously when we HIBSD it in May. My son was critical last April after having another surgery, (had that many we have lost count). Every member of his medical care team and his Dad and I, constantly used the target of us lifting the going to Hampden and lifting the cup, to aid insist recovery. He, along with myself, had every faith it would happen. He has never lost faith in the prospect of us lifting the Scottish Cup. He even predicted the score, the opposition and the winning goal scorer. To see the look on his face when Sir David and the team came through, was indescribable, especially through my 😢. The fact he has been fortunate to see us lift two cups in his lifetime, in itself is incredible. With many more to come.

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What a journey you've had in so many ways. Incredible. Thanks for sharing.

[heretoday]

I didn't go to the match and I didn't even watch it.
For too long I'd suffered Hampden final defeats so this time I spent the weekend in a Premier Inn in Central Scotland, hoping that my sacrifice would bring them luck. And it did.
So you can thank me for the Cup!

[linlithgowhibbie]

Hi,

Brian Gallacher (62)
Born Leith
moved to Linlithgow 1981
User name Linlithgowhibbie

Started the Linlithgow and District (Bo'ness) Hibs SC in 1983 and still one of the organizers.

Cup final build up included organizing 2 coaches and all that entails, ensuring everyone had got a seat and ticket, everyone knew bus times and booking a pub. Also booking a second pub after the 100 Acres let us down 48 hours before the game.
Buses turned up on time, no problems getting there, traffic okay, everyone happy, some confident, mostly the younger ones, us older more experienced ones thinking "Ach well maybe one day!"
Arrive at pub, great wee place put snacks on for us , beer was good atmosphere brilliant and getting better as time for our walk to Hampden got closer.
14:15hrs last visit to the loos and off we go. Me, my wife, son, daughter, daughter in law and good mate from Swansea(originally Linlithgow).
Half a mile along the road my pal asks what row we are in and I ask my wife for the tickets. "You've got them" she replies. "Don't wind me up" says I. "I'm not, I don't have them" says she.
A sudden realization that 4 of our tickets had been left on the bus!!!!!
I went white and used several expletives, something I never do in front of my family.
Fortunately I remembered the bus driver had said he was going for a swim whilst the game was on.
This is where I remember why I love my family.
Daughter one googles Swimming pools in East end of Glasgow, daughter two googles bus company phone number and gets drivers mobile number. Daughter one phones nearest swimming pool and asks "Do you have a 55 seater bus in your car park" Pool staff say "Yes". Request for tannoy message to get the driver to the office. Tannoy call made and bus driver phones me 10 mins later.
"Any chance you could get back to the pub ASAP as our tkts are on the bus?"

He then arrives at 14:50 and drives me to within 300 yards of the ground where I meet up with everyone and we all get in as the game kicks off.
Special thanks also to my son who had offered me his ticket, my wife for being so calm and sensible, my mate from Wales who had said we could watch it in the pub no problems, and also to an unknown Hibbie who offered my family a spare ticket for nowt just before I arrived at the ground.
As we got to our seat I KNEW it was our lucky day and what a day and night and weekend we all had.

Wish my dearly loved dad could have been with us RIP.

PS driver got a £40 tip from me, well worth every £1

[mim]

What a fantastic story. :greengrin
Why on earth did it take you so long to share that with us?

[IanFaeClerrie]

Hi,

Brian Gallacher (62)
Born Leith
moved to Linlithgow 1981
User name Linlithgowhibbie

Started the Linlithgow and District (Bo'ness) Hibs SC in 1983 and still one of the organizers.

Cup final build up included organizing 2 coaches and all that entails, ensuring everyone had got a seat and ticket, everyone knew bus times and booking a pub. Also booking a second pub after the 100 Acres let us down 48 hours before the game.
Buses turned up on time, no problems getting there, traffic okay, everyone happy, some confident, mostly the younger ones, us older more experienced ones thinking "Ach well maybe one day!"
Arrive at pub, great wee place put snacks on for us , beer was good atmosphere brilliant and getting better as time for our walk to Hampden got closer.
14:15hrs last visit to the loos and off we go. Me, my wife, son, daughter, daughter in law and good mate from Swansea(originally Linlithgow).
Half a mile along the road my pal asks what row we are in and I ask my wife for the tickets. "You've got them" she replies. "Don't wind me up" says I. "I'm not, I don't have them" says she.
A sudden realization that 4 of our tickets had been left on the bus!!!!!
I went white and used several expletives, something I never do in front of my family.
Fortunately I remembered the bus driver had said he was going for a swim whilst the game was on.
This is where I remember why I love my family.
Daughter one googles Swimming pools in East end of Glasgow, daughter two googles bus company phone number and gets drivers mobile number. Daughter one phones nearest swimming pool and asks "Do you have a 55 seater bus in your car park" Pool staff say "Yes". Request for tannoy message to get the driver to the office. Tannoy call made and bus driver phones me 10 mins later.
"Any chance you could get back to the pub ASAP as our tkts are on the bus?"

He then arrives at 14:50 and drives me to within 300 yards of the ground where I meet up with everyone and we all get in as the game kicks off.
Special thanks also to my son who had offered me his ticket, my wife for being so calm and sensible, my mate from Wales who had said we could watch it in the pub no problems, and also to an unknown Hibbie who offered my family a spare ticket for nowt just before I arrived at the ground.
As we got to our seat I KNEW it was our lucky day and what a day and night and weekend we all had.

Wish my dearly loved dad could have been with us RIP.

PS driver got a £40 tip from me, well worth every £1
Fabulous

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[Mr White]

Hi,

Brian Gallacher (62)
Born Leith
moved to Linlithgow 1981
User name Linlithgowhibbie

Started the Linlithgow and District (Bo'ness) Hibs SC in 1983 and still one of the organizers.

Cup final build up included organizing 2 coaches and all that entails, ensuring everyone had got a seat and ticket, everyone knew bus times and booking a pub. Also booking a second pub after the 100 Acres let us down 48 hours before the game.
Buses turned up on time, no problems getting there, traffic okay, everyone happy, some confident, mostly the younger ones, us older more experienced ones thinking "Ach well maybe one day!"
Arrive at pub, great wee place put snacks on for us , beer was good atmosphere brilliant and getting better as time for our walk to Hampden got closer.
14:15hrs last visit to the loos and off we go. Me, my wife, son, daughter, daughter in law and good mate from Swansea(originally Linlithgow).
Half a mile along the road my pal asks what row we are in and I ask my wife for the tickets. "You've got them" she replies. "Don't wind me up" says I. "I'm not, I don't have them" says she.
A sudden realization that 4 of our tickets had been left on the bus!!!!!
I went white and used several expletives, something I never do in front of my family.
Fortunately I remembered the bus driver had said he was going for a swim whilst the game was on.
This is where I remember why I love my family.
Daughter one googles Swimming pools in East end of Glasgow, daughter two googles bus company phone number and gets drivers mobile number. Daughter one phones nearest swimming pool and asks "Do you have a 55 seater bus in your car park" Pool staff say "Yes". Request for tannoy message to get the driver to the office. Tannoy call made and bus driver phones me 10 mins later.
"Any chance you could get back to the pub ASAP as our tkts are on the bus?"

He then arrives at 14:50 and drives me to within 300 yards of the ground where I meet up with everyone and we all get in as the game kicks off.
Special thanks also to my son who had offered me his ticket, my wife for being so calm and sensible, my mate from Wales who had said we could watch it in the pub no problems, and also to an unknown Hibbie who offered my family a spare ticket for nowt just before I arrived at the ground.
As we got to our seat I KNEW it was our lucky day and what a day and night and weekend we all had.

Wish my dearly loved dad could have been with us RIP.

PS driver got a £40 tip from me, well worth every £1

:applause: that's a brilliant story, the wonders of modern technology eh? :greengrin

[FilipinoHibs]

I moved to Singapore on the 2nd of January. OnSunday the 7th February I met this beautiful woman in a café and we are now an item. After a great day with her, watched the game at Tynecastle on Hibs TV, at 2-0 down I changed into my pajamas. At 2-1 and because of the delay in transmission I got a Whatsapp from a friend when Hanlon equalized. I knew what was coming on the delayed feed! Put my clothes on and went to the corner bar – now past midnight in Singapore but Chinese New Year. Got drunk and sang Hibs songs much to amusement of the locals.

On cup final day I was in the remote north of the Philippines with my woman. I got the time difference wrong and when I switched on my phone and logged into BBC Sport it was one nil Hibs. We went to bed and I followed the game on my phone. When it went 2-1 switched my phone off thinking I am not jinx after all! I woke up at 5am in the morning and switched my phone expecting 3-1 or 4-1 to them. I jumped out of bed sang and woke her up, got coffee and watched the goals and celebrations like I do almost every day now. Tears filled my eyes as they still do. Her family wondered why I was so happy and I told them the story of our 114 year wait and showed them the videos. They immediately declared it a party and we hired a karaoke and I sang 500 miles. Never going to a cup final again but will be back as my middle son bought me a 12thman package for my 60th. Hope it’s against them and I will have 2016 on my shirt or maybe 0 -7. I can die happy now. After the Hearts and Celtic finals and blowing it against Falkirk in the semi I thought that was it!

[linlithgowhibbie]

What a fantastic story. :greengrin
Why on earth did it take you so long to share that with us?

Didn't quite know how to put it into words:thumbsup:

[Onceinawhile]

Fabulous

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Fabulous? I could have killed him!!

[linlithgowhibbie]

Fabulous? I could have killed him!!

There may have been a couple of folk in front of you for that !!!!!

[WestSideHibby]

Fabulous? It most certainly was not! Always good to have a story to tell I suppose tho...

(And believe it or not that's the abridged version)

[hibsboy69]

I moved to Singapore on the 2nd of January. OnSunday the 7th February I met this beautiful woman in a café and weare now an item. After a great day with her, watched the game at Tynecastle on Hibs TV, at 2-0 down I changed into my pajamas. At 2-1 and because of the delayin transmission I got a Whatsapp from a friend when Hanlon equalized. I knew what was coming on the delayed feed! Put my clothes on and went to the corner bar – now past midnight in Singapore but Chinese New Year. Got drunk and sang Hibs songs much to amusement of the locals.

On cup final day I was in the remote north of the Philippines with my woman. I got the time difference wrong and when I switched on my phone and logged into BBC Sport it was one nil Hibs. We went to bed and I followed the game on my phone. When it went 2-I switched my phone off thinking I am not jinx after all! I woke up at 5am in the morning and switched my phone expecting3-1 or 4-1 to them. I jumped out of bed sang and woke her up, got coffee and watched the goals and celebrations like I do almost every day now. Tears filledmy eyes as they still do. Her family wondered why I was so happy and I told them the story of our 114 year wait and showed them the videos. They immediately declared it a party and we hired a karaoke and I sang 500 miles. Never going to a cup final again but will be back as my middle son bought me a 12thman package for my 60th. Hope it’s against them and I will have 2016 on my shirt or maybe 0 -7. I can die happy now. After the Hearts and Celtic finals and blowing it against Falkirk in the semi I thought that was it!

Great story ! :top marks:thumbsup:

[Ringothedog]

Every story is absolutely unique and wonderful to read. Thank you for sharing them.

[heretoday]

I was fed up with seeing us getting gubbed at Hampden. The Ross County final was a clincher.

So, come the Scottish Cup Final I elected to take a long weekend with my wife and we went to Stirling.

We visited the Stirling Albion ground and were given a guided tour by the manager. He gave me some old programmes of Stirling v Hibs matches and wished us well for the final.

On the day itself we went to the museum in Stirling and I was perusing an exhibit about the pewter industry when my mate texted me to say that Rangers were 2-1 up.

The old story I thought and we went for a walk around Stirling Castle.

Then he texted me to say 2-2 and shortly after 3-2.

Shortly after that he said Hibs had won the cup. I was standing on the battlements when I heard and looking over to the west and the landscape there.

[The Pointer]

I was fed up with seeing us getting gubbed at Hampden. The Ross County final was a clincher.

So, come the Scottish Cup Final I elected to take a long weekend with my wife and we went to Stirling.

We visited the Stirling Albion ground and were given a guided tour by the manager. He gave me some old programmes of Stirling v Hibs matches and wished us well for the final.

On the day itself we went to the museum in Stirling and I was perusing an exhibit about the pewter industry when my mate texted me to say that Rangers were 2-1 up.

The old story I thought and we went for a walk around Stirling Castle.

Then he texted me to say 2-2 and shortly after 3-2.

Shortly after that he said Hibs had won the cup. I was standing on the battlements when I heard and looking over to the west and the landscape there.

....and? You ran up to the top of the battlements and screamed your head off, then headed east for a Big Night in Leith?

[Bay Area Hibees]

Small but vivid memory for me. After the final whistle and sol there was recital of the old glory glory song with names of famous five.

Always loved that song.

Hearing it being sung and realizing we had won something that had alluded those greats was and still is a highlight of many highlights from that day.

[Risboro Hibby]

Small but vivid memory for me. After the final whistle and sol there was recital of the old glory glory song with names of famous five.

Always loved that song.

Hearing it being sung and realizing we had won something that had alluded those greats was and still is a highlight of many highlights from that day.

Same for me BAH. As a 10 and 11 year old laddie always used to love playing GGTTH on my sisters' record player especially belting out I only want to say the 'Scottish cup is in the bag'. Really thought then it would not be long till I really did see it. So to belt it out all over again for real at the age of 60 was a real emotional part of the day.

[heretoday]

....and? You ran up to the top of the battlements and screamed your head off, then headed east for a Big Night in Leith?

No but I fielded loads of texts Etc.

I couldn't really believe it.

My son and I attended the procession at the top of The Walk.

I've been through it with Hibs.

[Bay Area Hibees]

Same for me BAH. As a 10 and 11 year old laddie always used to love playing GGTTH on my sisters' record player especially belting out I only want to say the 'Scottish cup is in the bag'. Really thought then it would not be long till I really did see it. So to belt it out all over again for real at the age of 60 was a real emotional part of the day.

Great stuff
Good to know wasn't just me ;)

[GTMRossaK3]

My 3 year old grandson Oliver has been a keen collector of the little Stickie figures issued free from LIDL. He has a Postman Pat stuffed toy which lives at our house and we hide a Stickie in the mailbag for each visit he makes to us. A few days before the Final LIDL launched a new series based on the European Football Championship with a figure from each competing country plus the trophy. They come in sealed pouches so you have no idea what is in each. The day before the Final I gave him his first two pouches from the new series. When he opened the first one it was the trophy! Spooky I thought. When he opened the second it was a green shirted player!! They sat on top of the TV as we watched the game with his Dad. The rest is history!

[GTMRossaK3]

By the way I think it would be a great idea to collate all these stories in a publication for posterity. I'm sure the Hibs Shop would gladly sell them. I've a back up photo of my grandson with the two Stickies if you need it!

[FilipinoHibs]

By the way I think it would be a great idea to collate all these stories in a publication for posterity. I'm sure the Hibs Shop would gladly sell them. I've a back up photo of my grandson with the two Stickies if you need it!

I am at the hotel in the Philippines I was at on cup final day. Take a pic but sure a lucky omen!

[JackLadd]

When the Huns scored the second I went for a cig outside the back of the east stand, after so many fails I had lost hope. Saw one guy and his kid leaving the ground and for a second had the same thought, others were equally despondent, but I went back in. Was standing in the back row when Stokes got his second and was hugging and dancing with a guy my age with a mixture of joy and disbelief. I now decided my original seat near the corner flag was unlucky and stayed where I was. When Gray scored it was a truly surreal moment. My only comparison was when Latapy made it 6-1 in 2000, that was intense, but I was suddenly aware I was watching not just a football game but history. The joy was overflowing. When the whistle went it seemed I was carried down the aisle by a human wave of euphoria and joy and onto the pitch. We didn't just win it, we won it in dramatic and poetic style and broke the biggest hoodoo in Scottish football. Ggtth. I shed a tear.

[weecounty hibby]

On cup final day my wife was out in Stirling shopping and gets back to the car turns on the radio and Hibs are 1-2 down. She looks down to her wrist and spots the lucky elephant bracelet that my eldest daughter gave her and she starts to rub one of the elephants. Lo and behold up pops Stoksey to equalise!! So the Mrs now thinks she can't move and stop rubbing the elephant so she sits in the car rubbing the elephant for the rest of the match as she listened on the radio. What happens next as we all know is the stuff of legends as Sir David nods in to make it 3-2 to the good guys. By this time she is bricking it and terrified to stop rubbing the elephant in case our luck changes again. Thankfully the elephant came good and 114 years of pain was ended. She still believes she had a big hand in our win on 21/05/16. Who knows, maybe she did.

[ErinGoBraghHFC]

Born in Livingston but Hibs only team for me. Nearly never went to the game as old man didn't fancy it, reckon he thought we'd get a doing. Wouldn't have been there if there wasn't a "suspect package" found in the toilet at Old Trafford the week before when I went down to watch United vs Bournemouth with him, had 4 hours in the car home to convince him it was worth the £42 for the unsold hospitality tickets... worth every penny:flag::flag::flag:

[The Pointer]

To the Mods.

I spent much of the afternoon typing out my story, went out for a while, came back and it seems to have been scrubbed. When I was doing this it comes up with an 'Autosave' icon. Does this mean that it's saved somewhere and can retrieve it?

Took me bl**dy ages!

[Isaac_Refvik]

Our bus stopped off at a bowling club for a light refreshment before the game. I'd had a bet on the previous night so checked my phone to see if it had won. It had and the new amount in my account was £333.33. My late mother, a lifelong Hibs fan from Redbraes was born on the 3rd of March 1933, not quite the same as £333.33 but close enough. Now I know everyone looks for their own sign that this was going to be Hibs' year but this HAD to be the ultimate one. I showed my wife, brother and rest of the family and have to say I had to go outside as I got a bit emotional. I managed to get my act together helped by a few medicinal vodkas and we made our way to the game. As we walked up the stairs I thought I'd just go for a pee before the game started. Walked out from the loo to the back row where our seats were just in time to see a ball at the far end roll into the net! The crowd erupted and after a couple of seconds it dawned on me what had happened and I was off again. I sat outside the back of the stand for the next 5 minutes trying to take it in. I hadn't even seen any of my friends or family. When I got back in to my seat, and even when we went behind, there was a different feeling to previous Finals. There was a belief in the supporters. When Stokes scored the equaliser, for the next 10 minutes my wife repeated over and over 3 3 33!....3 3 33!....3 3 33! The people around her must have thought she was mental, but we knew what she was doing. After Sir David's winner she doubled her efforts until the whistle blew signalling a famous victory. We cried then, and there's a tear in my eye even now.

[oneone73]

Our bus stopped off at a bowling club for a light refreshment before the game. I'd had a bet on the previous night so checked my phone to see if it had won. It had and the new amount in my account was £333.33. My late mother, a lifelong Hibs fan from Redbraes was born on the 3rd of March 1933, not quite the same as £333.33 but close enough. Now I know everyone looks for their own sign that this was going to be Hibs' year but this HAD to be the ultimate one. I showed my wife, brother and rest of the family and have to say I had to go outside as I got a bit emotional. I managed to get my act together helped by a few medicinal vodkas and we made our way to the game. As we walked up the stairs I thought I'd just go for a pee before the game started. Walked out from the loo to the back row where our seats were just in time to see a ball at the far end roll into the net! The crowd erupted and after a couple of seconds it dawned on me what had happened and I was off again. I sat outside the back of the stand for the next 5 minutes trying to take it in. I hadn't even seen any of my friends or family. When I got back in to my seat, and even when we went behind, there was a different feeling to previous Finals. There was a belief in the supporters. When Stokes scored the equaliser, for the next 10 minutes my wife repeated over and over 3 3 33!....3 3 33!....3 3 33! The people around her must have thought she was mental, but we knew what she was doing. After Sir David's winner she doubled her efforts until the whistle blew signalling a famous victory. We cried then, and there's a tear in my eye even now.

Love this. Thanks for sharing.

[FilipinoHibs]

Our bus stopped off at a bowling club for a light refreshment before the game. I'd had a bet on the previous night so checked my phone to see if it had won. It had and the new amount in my account was £333.33. My late mother, a lifelong Hibs fan from Redbraes was born on the 3rd of March 1933, not quite the same as £333.33 but close enough. Now I know everyone looks for their own sign that this was going to be Hibs' year but this HAD to be the ultimate one. I showed my wife, brother and rest of the family and have to say I had to go outside as I got a bit emotional. I managed to get my act together helped by a few medicinal vodkas and we made our way to the game. As we walked up the stairs I thought I'd just go for a pee before the game started. Walked out from the loo to the back row where our seats were just in time to see a ball at the far end roll into the net! The crowd erupted and after a couple of seconds it dawned on me what had happened and I was off again. I sat outside the back of the stand for the next 5 minutes trying to take it in. I hadn't even seen any of my friends or family. When I got back in to my seat, and even when we went behind, there was a different feeling to previous Finals. There was a belief in the supporters. When Stokes scored the equaliser, for the next 10 minutes my wife repeated over and over 3 3 33!....3 3 33!....3 3 33! The people around her must have thought she was mental, but we knew what she was doing. After Sir David's winner she doubled her efforts until the whistle blew signalling a famous victory. We cried then, and there's a tear in my eye even now.

Crying myself. Prone to such behaviour myself. Life as a Hibs fans does the strangest things to you.

[m3llow1]

I took my 13 year old daughter, it was her first Scottish cup final, although not her first seeing Hibs at Hampden. The first time she ever watched a Hibs game with me was on the tv back in 2007, although she doesn't really remember. Walking up to the ground she asked me what I thought the score would be and I said without a thought, "3-2 for Hibs, in fact I'm putting a bet on for that!" Opened up my SB app and with my last £3 placed the bet.
Skip to 88 mins and my nerves are being ripped apart, cash out had dropped from £40 to £12 and I'm thinking this is going all the way, cash out now... I did... Talk about bitter sweet, no sooner had I put my phone away... Henderson to deliverrrrr... The rest is history...I was the only person in green the that screamed FAAAAAACK when the ball hit the net 😖

[BSEJVT]

Is the book idea that was mooted at the start of this thread going anywhere?

[gjb1875]

Yeah ok

[monktonharp]

I've never read this thread before but if still reqd, we all still have magical moments of that day . precious moments with my youngest son at the end of the match

[oneone73]

I've never read this thread before but if still reqd, we all still have magical moments of that day . precious moments with my youngest son at the end of the match

Let's hear it, Wullie

[CropleyWasGod]

Remembrance Sunday makes me think of my own story.

In February 2016, I was in Northern France, checking up on some family history. On the way there, I stopped off in London to see my oldest son. We watched the first Cup game against Hearts in Quinn's. As one who had never experienced its delights, it was a bizarre feeling watching grown men (including my son) dancing up and down a pub in Camden when the equaliser went in.

On to France. The main purpose of the trip was to see memorials to two of my great-grandads, both of whom were killed in WW1. One of them doesn't have a marked grave, like so many others; there's "just" a plaque on a wall near Loos.

The other, who is a paternal great-grandad, and thus a direct link to me, was killed in Dunkirk in August 1918... 3 months before the Armistice, having volunteered for extra service when his regiment was sent home.

No-one could ever say for sure whether he was a Hibby, but he lived in Leith, and his son turned out one, so it's a fair assumption. I had my scarf with me, which was meant for a trip to Contalmaison ( which didn't happen, another story), so I draped it around the headstone. I had a word with him...." see if you're a Hibby....." etc etc. A few selfies, lots of tears, and that was that.

I got back on the day of the replay. Wasn't in the mood to go, but my younger son convinced me. Thankfully.

21st May. We're 2-1 down. I'm contemplating yet another long drive home along the M8....and we get the first of those corners.

I looked up above the South stand and said "right, great-granda, if you're a Hibby.....".

Boom.

Holy ****....this **** works!!!

So...the next corner..... I lined up:-

My great granda
My granda
My dad's brother
My mum's brother
My Australian cousin

All of them gone, and all Hibbies, but forever now known as my Famous Five.

They all delivered [emoji16]

[oneone73]

Remembrance Sunday makes me think of my own story.

In February 2016, I was in Northern France, checking up on some family history. On the way there, I stopped off in London to see my oldest son. We watched the first Cup game against Hearts in Quinn's. As one who had never experienced its delights, it was a bizarre feeling watching grown men (including my son) dancing up and down a pub in Camden when the equaliser went in.

On to France. The main purpose of the trip was to see memorials to two of my great-grandads, both of whom were killed in WW1. One of them doesn't have a marked grave, like so many others; there's "just" a plaque on a wall near Loos.

The other, who is a paternal great-grandad, and thus a direct link to me, was killed in Dunkirk in August 1918... 3 months before the Armistice, having volunteered for extra service when his regiment was sent home.

No-one could ever say for sure whether he was a Hibby, but he lived in Leith, and his son turned out one, so it's a fair assumption. I had my scarf with me, which was meant for a trip to Contalmaison ( which didn't happen, another story), so I draped it around the headstone. I had a word with him...." see if you're a Hibby....." etc etc. A few selfies, lots of tears, and that was that.

I got back on the day of the replay. Wasn't in the mood to go, but my younger son convinced me. Thankfully.

21st May. We're 2-1 down. I'm contemplating yet another long drive home along the M8....and we get the first of those corners.

I looked up above the South stand and said "right, great-granda, if you're a Hibby.....".

Boom.

Holy ****....this **** works!!!

So...the next corner..... I lined up:-

My great granda
My granda
My dad's brother
My mum's brother
My Australian cousin

All of them gone, and all Hibbies, but forever now known as my Famous Five.

They all delivered [emoji16]

Great story. Love these

[monktonharp]

Let's hear it, WullieWell Drew, I really had a good feeling that we were going to win on that magical day! so much so that I tried like a bear, to entice my oldest boy (aged 42 at the time) up from Wales where he stays , to join with me and my younger boy who is a couple of years younger, to join us. I was so worried, that we could not get tickets. I new I would get one but wanted another 2!! . I contacted John Doolan, and asked if he had one, or even 2 spare tickets. his reply was are you really only asking for 2 Willie ? in his Kirby scouse accent. yes John, if possible I said. he duly obliged.My oldest, could not come up or he did not make the effort, still don't know why! However, I wanted to pay JD for the tickets but he said , now way! these are part of my comps, and they are yours. Diamond!!
I had 2 class tickets and one of my boys was sitting with me, and we were right next to a few friends of the management team, the managers relatives and just behind John Doolan's bro. when we went behind, 1-2, I was gutted and also like our manager, I had to go to the toilet! when I was coming out of the toilet I heard the roar. I was not aware if we had scored or if that mob had scored but as I got into the concourse a guy with a suit replied to me....yes mate, ye's are back in as he gave me a high five!!!!!!!. what a feeling!. I rushed back to my seat and was a bag of nerves but that was nothing compared to the feeling when we went ahead. I hugged and danced with a young lady on my right hand side, and the more I watched the replays I am sure it was the girl that puts her scarf almost round her head and face which is on many of the replays!!! . when the whistle went, and we'd won the cup I turned emotionally and grabbed my boy Neil with tears in my eyes. he is not in any way emotional upfront like his daft Da, but I am sure he knew exactly how I felt. He then said, yer no gaun doon onto the pitch are ye. I said try stopping me. All I did was run to the edge of the turf and kissed the grass then back to my seat. I apologised to the young lassie on the gate but had to do it. So sad that my oldest son could not make the effort, but I suppose he thought it might be another one of those dissapointments. how wrong he was, and he has now rubbed it in to any Hun fans down his way that he meets. ggtth

[IWasThere2016]

I drove with a lifelong Hibby, my son and his pal (both Hibbies) and a Cellic fan.

We left Broughty Ferry about 10.00am and rocked up to Fratelli's Italian in Cambuslang.

Pre-match nerves aplenty among the group - bar me strangely - with only me confident of a Hibs win. I did predict 6-5 on pens, after 2-2 AET and that I'd be in an ambulance and have missed the magical moment

At HT, I was sat with the other lifelong fan, I did feel we would rue the missed chances as we had dominated .. however at 1-2 I was still confident we'd win. We were stronger in the midfield and it was starting to show.

Recall the boy next to me being distraught when we lost the lead - but I assured him we'd be dancing, hugging, kissing at some point and the Hibs would prevail.

Poor man looked ready to pass out at the thought :greengrin

I was sure this was OUR time :flag:

The rest of the game still seems surreal. Despite my confidence, there was always something deep deep inside me that said I wouldn't see the Hibs win the Cup - and I cannot have been alone!

The added on time was pure hell - but the ecstasy, tears, hugs etc of full-time will never leave me.

SOL afterwards was a teary, tone-deaf sob-fest :thumbsup:

As we made our way home we were all shattered. I had one pint back in the Royal Arch, Broughty Ferry and got home to watch the highlights .. fearful it was all a dream!

What a day! WHAT A TEAM! :thumbsup:

GGTTH :hibees

[monktonharp]

I drove with a lifelong Hibby, my son and his pal (both Hibbies) and a Cellic fan.

We left Broughty Ferry about 10.00am and rocked up to Fratelli's Italian in Cambuslang.

Pre-match nerves aplenty among the group - bar me strangely - with only me confident of a Hibs win. I did predict 6-5 on pens, after 2-2 AET and that I'd be in an ambulance and have missed the magical moment

At HT, I was sat with the other lifelong fan, I did feel we would rue the missed chances as we had dominated .. however at 1-2 I was still confident we'd win. We were stronger in the midfield and it was starting to show.

Recall the boy next to me being distraught when we lost the lead - but I assured him we'd be dancing, hugging, kissing at some point and the Hibs would prevail.

Poor man looked ready to pass out at the thought :greengrin

I was sure this was OUR time :flag:

The rest of the game still seems surreal. Despite my confidence, there was always something deep deep inside me that said I wouldn't see the Hibs win the Cup - and I cannot have been alone!

The added on time was pure hell - but the ecstasy, tears, hugs etc of full-time will never leave me.

SOL afterwards was a teary, tone-deaf sob-fest :thumbsup:

As we made our way home we were all shattered. I had one pint back in the Royal Arch, Broughty Ferry and got home to watch the highlights .. fearful it was all a dream!

What a day! WHAT A TEAM! :thumbsup:

GGTTH :hibeesloved that story. just similar to many, no doubt but still gies me an excuse for a wee personal greet! :greengrin ggtth

[RG63]

First post!

The day before I was clearing out a cupboard and found my dad’s old watch he was wearing when he had died suddenly a few years before. He was a Leither and lifelong Hibby. Thought I would take it with me to the game as I had tried everything else.

The bus left at 10am and headed to our regular pre Hampden haunt at Barlinnie Bowling Club staff members are always firs Class and out on pies and soup. The drink was very cheap as well. Myself oldest daughter and my two sons were in good spirits.

As we left to go to Hampden a carry out was purchased for the celebrations after. I had the usual doubts but felt more confident than previous finals. As we got off the bus I managed to cut my eye. To this day I don’t know how I did it.

My son said I must have hit it when I climbed over a railing as I left the bus. Got to the ground in plenty of timeand my eye is still bleeding. I said to a steward to see if I could get a plaster. Unfortunately the first aider thought she was a casualty doctor and assisted I go to the aid room. Where as the sterile strips were being applied a massive roar went up. I had missed the first goal.

Back to my seat and the game flashed by. At 2 2 the corner duly arrived. I got my dad’s watch out held it in my hand and said to my daughter this is it we are going to score.

The rest as they say is history. The greatest day in history.

[Hibbyradge]

First post!

The day before I was clearing out a cupboard and found my dad’s old watch he was wearing when he had died suddenly a few years before. He was a Leither and lifelong Hibby. Thought I would take it with me to the game as I had tried everything else.

The bus left at 10am and headed to our regular pre Hampden haunt at Barlinnie Bowling Club staff members are always firs Class and out on pies and soup. The drink was very cheap as well. Myself oldest daughter and my two sons were in good spirits.

As we left to go to Hampden a carry out was purchased for the celebrations after. I had the usual doubts but felt more confident than previous finals. As we got off the bus I managed to cut my eye. To this day I don’t know how I did it.

My son said I must have hit it when I climbed over a railing as I left the bus. Got to the ground in plenty of timeand my eye is still bleeding. I said to a steward to see if I could get a plaster. Unfortunately the first aider thought she was a casualty doctor and assisted I go to the aid room. Where as the sterile strips were being applied a massive roar went up. I had missed the first goal.

Back to my seat and the game flashed by. At 2 2 the corner duly arrived. I got my dad’s watch out held it in my hand and said to my daughter this is it we are going to score.

The rest as they say is history. The greatest day in history.

:boo hoo:

Brilliant.

[IWasThere2016]

First post!

The day before I was clearing out a cupboard and found my dad’s old watch he was wearing when he had died suddenly a few years before. He was a Leither and lifelong Hibby. Thought I would take it with me to the game as I had tried everything else.

The bus left at 10am and headed to our regular pre Hampden haunt at Barlinnie Bowling Club staff members are always firs Class and out on pies and soup. The drink was very cheap as well. Myself oldest daughter and my two sons were in good spirits.

As we left to go to Hampden a carry out was purchased for the celebrations after. I had the usual doubts but felt more confident than previous finals. As we got off the bus I managed to cut my eye. To this day I don’t know how I did it.

My son said I must have hit it when I climbed over a railing as I left the bus. Got to the ground in plenty of timeand my eye is still bleeding. I said to a steward to see if I could get a plaster. Unfortunately the first aider thought she was a casualty doctor and assisted I go to the aid room. Where as the sterile strips were being applied a massive roar went up. I had missed the first goal.

Back to my seat and the game flashed by. At 2 2 the corner duly arrived. I got my dad’s watch out held it in my hand and said to my daughter this is it we are going to score.

The rest as they say is history. The greatest day in history.

:flag: :flag: :flag:

[penihibs]

My old man had been taken into hospital a few weeks before the final; I really don't want to go into details about it at all but if he'd been taken to hospital a few hours after he was he'd probably not have been around to see the game. He got out of hospital a handful of days before the cup final but was in no way fit to travel through to Glasgow but he insisted that I went nonetheless. I left a scotch pie in the fridge as well as some Bovril cubes for my dad to enjoy at HT when watching at home as I stayed at his overnight to try and share some of the build up with him.

Took the train through, had a good meal and a pint before the game. Found myself muttering "C'mon, c'mon, please let this stay like this" after five minutes when we were a goal up, only for the ever familiar feeling of Hampden heartbreak creep in when Kenny Miller equalised and Halliday hit the screamer. Felt as low as any other cup final beforehand when the "Cheer up Alan Stubbs" sectarian song was being sung by our counterparts opposite as it felt so, so wrong that they could get to celebrate in their vile way. The jolt of our equaliser just reignited the nerves from before and when Stokes shot in time added on was saved it just felt like extra time was almost a given.

From my view in the east it looked as if Henderson's corner had been wasted as it disappeared into a group of players. A split second later it remerged as it bulleted into the back of the net and bedlam ensued, hugging strangers around me who'd appeared from several rows behind, bursting into tears and then having the horrible, awful realisation that there was still time to play. I don't remember that much after that, apart from celebrating the cross ball intended for Tavernier going out for a goal kick.

I saw Liam Henderson sprinting, arms out wide before I heard the whistle and just broke down - when they were clearing the pitch I phoned my dad and we only were really able to laugh in disbelief down the phone at each other. Once the cup was lifted, SOL was sung and the Hibees bounce was done rushed to get the train back to Glasgow Central where I'd intended to go for a few pints but the train to pop by my dads was just away to leave in the train next to the one I'd just been on. Leapt on that, headed back to Dundee, got three fish suppers and a bottle of champagne. Knocked on the door and the game clearly meant as much to my dad as it does now. Watched the highlights on the BBC, laughed at Terry Butcher's miserable face. My dad went to bed, I went out with a friend and drank another bottle of champagne and woke up the next morning with a banging headache and literally no voice whatsoever. Watched the highlights on Hibs TV and the emotions came flooding back. Still not stopped talking about it since.

My dad's been in and out of hospital a couple of times since but is slowly on the mend - I'm just glad that his GP saw sense to get him to hospital straight away as even if he wasn't at the game I always wanted to experience the Scottish Cup win with him. Took me to my first Hibs game and quite frankly for all the years of disappointment he deserves it. :flag:


Lovely story buddy, Great your Dad seen it.

[HibbyDave]

The cup is on show in The GyleCentre today Saturday October 12th.Free photo with the cup if you want.

[Billy Whizz]

The cup is on show in The GyleCentre today Saturday October 12th.Free photo with the cup if you want.

Had my photo taken with it today, last time I did we won it😄
It’s at the Gyle all day today and tomorrow

[GTMRossaK3]

My 3 year old grandson Oliver has been a keen collector of the little Stickie figures issued free from LIDL. He has a Postman Pat stuffed toy which lives at our house and we hide a Stickie in the mailbag for each visit he makes to us. A few days before the Final LIDL launched a new series based on the European Football Championship with a figure from each competing country plus the trophy. They come in sealed pouches so you have no idea what is in each. The day before the Final I gave him his first two pouches from the new series. When he opened the first one it was the trophy! Spooky I thought. When he opened the second it was a green shirted player!! They sat on top of the TV as we watched the game with his Dad. The rest is history!

Suggested that all these great sentimental stories should be brought together in a book and the idea gathered good support. Anyone willing to pull it all together? As I said at the time I think it would sell well at the Hibs Shop. Let’s not lose these great memories for the supporters of the future. Willing to help if necessary.

Grandson now a stunning young footballing talent!

[at last 61]

I drove with a lifelong Hibby, my son and his pal (both Hibbies) and a Cellic fan.

We left Broughty Ferry about 10.00am and rocked up to Fratelli's Italian in Cambuslang.

Pre-match nerves aplenty among the group - bar me strangely - with only me confident of a Hibs win. I did predict 6-5 on pens, after 2-2 AET and that I'd be in an ambulance and have missed the magical moment

At HT, I was sat with the other lifelong fan, I did feel we would rue the missed chances as we had dominated .. however at 1-2 I was still confident we'd win. We were stronger in the midfield and it was starting to show.

Recall the boy next to me being distraught when we lost the lead - but I assured him we'd be dancing, hugging, kissing at some point and the Hibs would prevail.

Poor man looked ready to pass out at the thought :greengrin

I was sure this was OUR time :flag:

The rest of the game still seems surreal. Despite my confidence, there was always something deep deep inside me that said I wouldn't see the Hibs win the Cup - and I cannot have been alone!

The added on time was pure hell - but the ecstasy, tears, hugs etc of full-time will never leave me.

SOL afterwards was a teary, tone-deaf sob-fest :thumbsup:

As we made our way home we were all shattered. I had one pint back in the Royal Arch, Broughty Ferry and got home to watch the highlights .. fearful it was all a dream!

What a day! WHAT A TEAM! :thumbsup:

GGTTH :hibees we used to see a guy watching hibs games when we were up at Monifieth

[Viva_Palmeiras]

So… when’s the book coming oot?

[Bay Area Hibees]

It’s 3pm here in California , watching Scotland’s goals and had need to listen to Glory Glory from 2016. Something about that brings a tear to my eye all the time - takes me back to when I was young and thinking of the great teams that never saw the cup in the sky.

Absolutely magic