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Istanbul 2005 - when did you know...

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Judge Jules

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...we were going to win it?

I was on the phone to a fellow Red a day or two ago and the subject happened to come up. For him it was when the Dude made that extraordinary double save from Shevchenko during the 90 minutes. For me it wasn't until Didi stepped up to take the first peno, then I thought "We'll be all right here - we've got Germans". 🙂

Would be interested to hear fellow SCMers' experiences.
 
The final penalty 🙂

But, I do remember when Riisse had a free kick in the 120th minute about 25 yards out, and I said to my mate "either this goes in & we win, or its penalties" ... now that was putting my neck on the line
 
Seriously, about lunchtime the next day! The disbelief that we had actually won permeated my entire being, I genuinely was in some sort of drunken, elated shock after the game. I took the next day off work, woke up with a king-size hangover, still not totally believing we did it............I went to my newsagent down the road and bought about 6 different newspapers. I cooked myself a full breakfast and spent at least an hour reading every article about the game............and only then did it really sink in.
 
The Dudek double save. From that moment their spirit was broken, they just didnt believe they could win it anymore. I think that game ended Shevchenkos career.
 
Seriously, about lunchtime the next day! The disbelief that we had actually won permeated my entire being, I genuinely was in some sort of drunken, elated shock after the game. I took the next day off work, woke up with a king-size hangover, still not totally believing we did it............I went to my newsagent down the road and bought about 6 different newspapers. I cooked myself a full breakfast and spent at least an hour reading every article about the game............and only then did it really sink in.

I still have "The Times" from the following day, special supplement and all. I was also off work and picked up a copy of the "Metro" in town. Kept that too. 😎.
 
Seriously, about lunchtime the next day! The disbelief that we had actually won permeated my entire being, I genuinely was in some sort of drunken, elated shock after the game. I took the next day off work, woke up with a king-size hangover, still not totally believing we did it............I went to my newsagent down the road and bought about 6 different newspapers. I cooked myself a full breakfast and spent at least an hour reading every article about the game............and only then did it really sink in.
I also bought a few newspapers, but that was so I could cut out the photos and stick them on the door of Sergio's room. Sergio was an Italian guy and Milan fan who was living in the same halls of residence as me at the time. I can still hear him shouting "bastardo!" when he seen them. To be fair to him he didn't tear them down straight away.

I didn't know it was won until the trophy was lifted.
 
It was deffo Dudek. I'm not sure if it was the double save (although that was truly special) I think it was a pen he saved. He sort of put hands on his hips and nodded lots. The look of realisation was sprawled across his mug. The fact that he knew as well. Do you know what I mean?

It might have also been due to the fact that I'd just finished reading Ian Stewart's 'Does God Play Dice?' - @doctor_mac - I highly recommend that to you. A 'must-read' for any fellow believer in the dark art and complex nature of jinky behaviour. 🙂
 
I was listening to the football weekly podcast from last Thursday. They have been doing champions league recaps and made it to 2005.

They have a Russian (I think) journo who's a big Liverpool fan. He end up in tears talking about Istanbul. Good listening. Brought a moist residue to my eye too.

In terms of when I knew we had it won. It didn't seem real, once we started scoring it felt like we didn't really have control anymore and that we had it won. Dudek's double save cemented it.
 
...we were going to win it?

I was on the phone to a fellow Red a day or two ago and the subject happened to come up. For him it was when the Dude made that extraordinary double save from Shevchenko during the 90 minutes. For me it wasn't until Didi stepped up to take the first peno, then I thought "We'll be all right here - we've got Germans". 🙂

Would be interested to hear fellow SCMers' experiences.

Yeah, I remember trying to second guess the penalty takers. We went through them and the only one we were really confident of, was Cisse as he had scored the previous week against Villa (?). I'd completely forgotten about Didi. As soon as he stepped up I knew.
 
When Vladi scored.

After so many years of players saying he was the most skillful and amazing in training, but never quite producing the goods on the pitch, when he fizzed that one in from about 25 yards I knew it was on like Donkey Kong
 
Smicer goal. Knew we would get another. Blood in the water moment. Off my head .No doubts. Nerves in the extra time but no doubts.
 
The Dudek save, for me, which is mental because I routinely think we're gonna get beat by relegation fodder now, nevermind the best team in the world against a pretty average Liverpool side.

As others have said, the look on Dudek's face - he knew, and Andy Gray saying at that moment they should start carving Liverpool's name on the trophy had me convinced.
 
...we were going to win it?

I was on the phone to a fellow Red a day or two ago and the subject happened to come up. For him it was when the Dude made that extraordinary double save from Shevchenko during the 90 minutes. For me it wasn't until Didi stepped up to take the first peno, then I thought "We'll be all right here - we've got Germans". 🙂

Would be interested to hear fellow SCMers' experiences.


I was in a bar in Valencia Spain... rammed full of reds... I'd spent the day working nervous as fuck so nipped off early and bowled into the pub suited and booted at 4 pm too thirsty and too nervous to bother my arse to actually go home and change after work. I was already hammered drunk by around 7 pm a few hours before kick-off.

The game itself...most mental football event I've ever watched... it was like going to a wedding but watching the bride and groom die so it became a funeral instead followed by a miraculous resurrection followed by the nuptials again.

When did I know? Ha!! What a great question!!

I remember that I had not conceded defeat at half time and I passed around some positive words to the sullen reds fans around me but we were looking at the half time funeral unfolding... some of us didn't concede but that was just down to excessive drunkenness and blind stupid pride and tinged with humorous optimism...

Stevie's header made us jump up and down but at the time it was just a polishing of our pride, at least we weren't gonna lose 5 nil sort of thing...

The fact that Vlads goal came so fast that was the killer... the speed of it and his face, Smicer's face... that when I fucking KNEW. Technically an excellent player wasn't he but he was never a strong first-teamer for us was he... then he smacked that shot in from 25 yards.. and clearly went fucking nuts... and the camera zoomed right in on his face... that's when I knew... in that one action he had justified all his transfer fee and all his wages and he will be a Liverpool legend in my eyes forever.


Vlad's face was when I knew.

Fucking loved that day.
 
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