So many great memories in this thread! Another to add - Hourihane's late, long range stunner and winner in the 1-0 win at Forest in 2016/17 - cue bedlam amongst our large away support.
Add me as another for Clint Marcelle v Bradford. 14 years of age, sat in the ponty end (one of only a handful of times I have done so, always preferred a side-on view and my st’s have all been in the east stand). Obviously saw the goal go in and all that, ending the tenseness of that second half, all Bradford’s missed chances, Thompson then smacking the post - but my abiding memory is partly seeing Dave Watson celebrate by turning round and swing from the crossbar facing us all, but especially and mainly being surrounded by a lot of middle aged (or so they seemed then) men openly crying; there was barely a dry eye among anyone there apart from some bemused youngsters. I think it was then things changed for me, I’d been attending games casually with my then step father but still ‘supported’ Liverpool if anybody asked, as my dad did. (The change only cemented later in 1997 when I was in delirium when Ashley Ward scored at Anfield, and so the pretence that I supported Liverpool was over for good…!!!) I still go back to that day in April 97 when I’d just turned 14 that month. That was when I got it, when the penny dropped. When I realised what it meant to properly support a football club. It wasn’t about famous star players, match of the day and games on sky. Or going to see ‘your’ team maybe a couple of times over several years as I had Liverpool. That is the reason I was a season ticket holder through the dark times of administration. Why I had my name on a little badge on one of the white seats in the east lower (no idea if it’s still there, I know some are, i moved seats to be next to a gangway for more space after knackering my leg in a car accident years ago). It’s why I got one of them ridiculous True Reds bonds. It is the reason I support Barnsley FC, despite never living in the town or coming from it, and despite having no real family link either. It stuck with me, and two of my three kids are also ST holders with me now; the middle one isn’t interested in football, fair enough. (And the youngest, Evie, 8, hasn’t been for a bit as it was getting cold and dark even at day games and she didn’t like that element to coming…!!!). She’ll be back though. And I’ll always keep coming back, there’s people travel a lot further than I do to home games (Donny), but I came when I was living in Coventry and also then again from Scunny. My boy was away in Filey with my mum and step dad (different one…) on the day of Stendel’s first championship game v Fulham. So I got up early, drove over there for him, drove back to Barnsley to see us win (and wrongly think we’d be a good side in the division under Stendel), drive all the way back to Filey, then home to donny. Because that’s what reds fans do. Sadly I don’t go away much anymore like I regularly used to as a younger adult. Our idiot element has got more and more prevalent and obvious in my eyes, and I’m not having my lad around that, at least not yet. But it was the moments and experiences after Clint Marcelle bagged the second against Bradford that mean I’m still and will always be addicted to this club.
The most I've celebrated a goal in proportion to what it meant for the game or season would be Barnard's goal in the 7-1 against Hudds. We were 5-0 up, the game was won (20 odd years on, I am now willing to accept this), but the sheer quality of the goal got me off my feet. I was sat right behind it, and when he lined up to shoot, thought it was going to head onto the Metrodome car park, was amazed to see it go in.
Any against those teams in S6 and LS11. Hammill at Wembley, list is endless really. Celebrated Saturdays equaliser like a teenager, and yes a long time since I was one of those
Trevor Aylott v Man City in the league cup, 81.? 33,000 in Oakwell that night. We had proper fans in those days..
Kayode's versus Chelsea in the FA Cup. I physically lifted up and hugged the complete stranger of a young lady next me. Then I apologised.
I almost said that one brilliant atmosphere It was then 4th division record crowd (pompey have since beaten it) - in fact I missed the kick off queueing to get in and watched the game from the bit where the disabled stand is now, then it was just a mound underneath the corner floodlight
Odour at Brentford has to be up there. Don't think the sofa has ever been the same again from when that went in.
John Saunders opened the scoring for us, with Mike Lester (who joined us later that year) equalising for Grimsby. Derek Bell's cool finish under the body of Nigel Batch was class.
Away from the ground, I agree with it being Oduor's goal. I was punching the living room wall, and had to avoid the neighbours for a few days. At the ground, I'd go with Derek Bell's goal against Grimsby. Last game my dad went to. Jam packed joy all round.
I think I must be slightly unusual in that I had such faith in Danny that when Wilkinson scored I knew we'd done it! But the crowd erupting for Clint's goal sends shivers down my spine just remembering it! Not sure of my most celebrated, possibly Jones last goal in the FA cup match as after being cheated out of the win at old Trafford and having had 7 goals scored against us in the league I certainly didnt think we'd score 3!