[LCF] Newcastle United 2-1 Liverpool - NUFC LEAGUE CUP WINNERS

[Wullie]

4 hours ago, JT24 said:

it’s not, not match cam

 

Really lovely for the camera to pick out the lady at 4:15, her husband is a mate from work and she's had the most unimaginably terrible last couple of years.

[Superior Acuña]

Like has been said, both goals were magical, but the second was a higher euphoria for me. The Burn's goal was amazing, but there were two things in the back of my head - 1) I barely saw that goal at the other end of the pitch, could this be disallowed by VAR? 2) It's only 1-0. For Isak's I had no VAR fear and I was more then thinking 'shit I think we're going to do this'. I also saw that hit the net from behind the goal  - I love a net ripple. And there was the players being with our fans.

 

But both incredible. Burn's being the first also had that specialness.

 

I'm also kind of glad now they scored that goal because it added to the final whistle feeling.

 

 

Edited 3 hours ago by Superior Acuña

[Superior Acuña]

4 hours ago, JT24 said:

it’s not, not match cam

 

Is there a non-embedded link for this? I just have a black square appearing.

 

edit: guessing it's new video on offiical channel 

 

 

Edited 3 hours ago by Superior Acuña

[Chris_R]

Burn's goal made me cry. I was already thinking "We've started well, this feels different!" but we all know how that normally ends for us so I was far from confident. When he scored, it was just the sheer moment. Finally scoring a goal in a final at Wembley, and a meaningful one at that. It's all I'd said to my work colleagues on Friday, that I just wanted us to have a meaningful moment like that, no matter the result. To score and for it to matter, not to claw one back to make it 1-4 or something, a goal of importance that I could celebrate and enjoy.

 

And he'd given me what I wanted, I knew at that point that no matter what followed, I'd had my moment. I hadn't dared dream about actually winning, so I felt whole just with that, if we went on to lose then so be it, we'd still scored and led in a cup final, that could never be taken away from me. When the half time whistle came moments later I sat and blubbed for a couple of minutes, this was my team and we were leading at half time in a cup final. I had at least 15 minutes to savour it, and I did.

 

Second half, when the disallowed effort went in, like everyone I went bananas, followed by the sense of disappointment and a feeling of "here we go again, well we all know how THIS script always ends". We've all seen it watching Newcastle, defeat snatched from the jaws of victory with monotonous predictability. I resigned myself to it happening again. Then within moments, Isak whacked the next one in and it was sheer jubilation. I knew, KNEW that one couldn't be taken away, there was no reason and it would stand, we were 2-0 up and had a second hand on the trophy. I started to believe.

 

My boss (Norwich fan and a great bloke) then messaged almost straight away suggesting it was on, but the doubts started flooding back and I pushed them down, my reply being oddly prophetic....

 

 

I remembered the time I'd quoted him and by 92m45s I was typing a reply saying "OK, maybe I'll have to admit it's on!" ready to send as 93 ticked over, but then Liverpool attacked and I paused my typing. Then just after 93 ticked over they scored and I deleted my message, replacing it with just "Told you we needed to get to 93..."

 

Honestly though, I was just annoyed they scored. Yes the "what if" enters your head, but I know how good we are at seeing games out now and they'd offered almost nothing so far so I thought we were still OK. I did however turn the TV volume right down (Something I always do in these cases) because if they'd scored and I had to listen to the commentator and their fans go apeshit for an equaliser I'd have been destroyed.

 

I didn't cheer at the whistle. I just collapsed. Tears came again. Hugged my daughter, who at 3 had no idea what was going on (She had Frozen on an old phone of mine) other than daddy was shouting too loud a few times and upsetting her, which I felt really bad about but there was no corking or moderating those emotions I'll just take my 'bad parent' points on the chin as collateral damage, much like Tonali's booking.

 

I'd only had 4 beers during the game, needing to be at least coherent whilst solely in charge of a toddler but when my wife got in at 8, and with my daughter already asleep the wine was opened. The wife's not much of a drinker but she had half a bottle, I had the other 1.5 and then all replays and footage exhausted on the internet I fell into bed at about 2am. What a day.

 

When I started typing that wasn't at all intended to be so in-depth but there we are. I'm sure I'll re-read this thread in years to come, as I have others on here that have covered important times, and as the human brain is so fallible then hopefully if I stumble upon this post of mine in 30 years time it'll serve as a testament to correct any misconceptions time will give me about how I felt and reacted back on that fateful March day which ended the longest drought in football.

[Superior Acuña]

I pride myself on never getting done by an offside goal (apart from VAR now obviously), I always check for the flag.  But it got me there , probably cos I got swept along, didn't think Isak was off, and the linesman was hard for me to see.  I was in full celebrations when through the arms of the stranger embracing me I saw the ref indicating it hadn't counted. I had to tell the poor lad hugging me, who was facing the opposite way to the pitch. 

[Ketsbaia]

I'm still in pure euphoria mode, like. Can't stop thinking about it. My wife is properly creeped out by me smiling + doesn't like it one bit..... at least I didn't randomly burst into tears today, so small wins  

 

Probably should've celebrated more in town really, I left SJP at about 9ish. Just didn't know what to do tbh and the chanting was a bit all over the place. The only slight downer is I'm sitting here thinking it'll never ever feel as good as this first one, though I should be bloody grateful that this day actually came!

 

Quite a few flashbacks starting to come through. My main feeling after Burn's goal was that half-time is here, so nobody can ever take this half-time lead away from us (still didn't think we'd do it). And my brother hadn't made it back from the bar by the 53rd minute, so when Isak scored I jumped up, turned around and starting running around Shearer's Bar looking for him, shouting "ADAM! ADAM!" before a massive hug. It's all absolutely perfect, man. I'm so so content right now, like I can start being a happier person now this weight has been lifted.

 

And somehow I worked a full shift on Monday - must be professional as fuck! 

 

So what happens next?

[Superior Acuña]

The scene at 3:22 with Eddie and JT and a backdrop of us celebrating

 

 

 

 

Edited 2 hours ago by Superior Acuña

[Dyeyzzon]

It's lovely reading along through everyone's individual stories on here. Could only imagine what it would be like in Newcastle right now as I live all the way in the other side of the planet where the final kicked off at 30 past midnight. Final finished at 2:30 am then sheer euphoria meant I couldn't sleep until 4am. Somehow, I managed a full shift the next day, despite appearing to be teary-eyed every other hour while at work.  This was among only a few NUFC games that made me cry, but it's the first one wherein the tears kept flowing well after the match and throughout the following day - it's surreal.

Was lovely getting a lot of warm messages from mates who support the bigger clubs. It's as if winning a trophy was what we needed to come of age in their eyes. Was equally lovely to have the last laugh on a LFC-supporting boss who tweeted me a photo the day before about our trophy drought. Glad I just shut up until we won and let my team do the talking. 


 

[PauloGeordio]