Whilst I was having a kick about with Franco Jnr in my back garden a few days ago, I took it upon myself to teach my boy how to perform what is in my opinion the all time classic goal celebration⦠the Roger Milla dance⦠you know the one⦠the crazy wobbly legged, wiggle of the waist dance he used to do by the corner flag⦠the one he did after all four of his goals for Cameroon in the 1990 World Cup. please log in to view this image I was off my sofa doing it with him when four years later at the ripe old age of 42 (although I suspect he was a little older, you know what these Africans are like when it comes to their age) he scored Cameroonâs consolation in the 6:1 (if memory serves, Oleg Salenko got four I think) drubbing at the hands of Russia in the 1994 World Cup finals in the states. Now, whenever my little lad sneaks one past my cat like reflexes (well my considerable girth really I suppose, it is only a little goal⦠) he automatically does the Roger Milla goal celebration⦠. Doing this with him brought me to thinking about classic/iconic goal celebrations. I know there have been so many down the years, but which one stands out for you as your all time favouriteâ¦? Bonus points for pictures or video clipsâ¦
I dunno about celebrations , but this still makes me chuckle... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1csQG0ZciFQ
Marco Tardelli World Cup Final 1982 Loved Danny Mills' celebration when he scored in the dying against Villa years back Lastly Cantona's slowly turning with hands on hips after he had chipped Lionel Perez at Old Trafford
My old secondary school had a local rivalry with another which bordered on the Grange Hill/Rodney Bennett hatred. Our derby matches were heated affairs to say the least. The opposing fans were actually kept apart by bunting and stern faced prefects acting as stewards - maybe A2C was one of them! With minutes to go in one such deadlocked match, I broke free and tucked the ball under the advancing keeper. With arms aloft, I wheeled away towards a group of the enemy-following and promptly performed a celebratory jig. I must have looked like a deranged gibbon. Needless to say that they met my arrival with a flurry of obscene gestures and venomous barbs relating to my parentage and Unigate employees. Then the insults stopped and were replaced with jeers of derision. I turned to see their goalkeeper throwing the ball out to a defender. I was mystified. The defender took the ball on... and on ... and then unleashed a cracking thirty yard effort into the top corner. We lost. I should have closed the defender down. I was on the touchline, the back of my shirt now coated in Hubba Bubba tasting spittle. I later discovered that the ball had stuck fast in a puddle of gloopy mud on the goal-line.
Am sure there's a life lesson there for us all Ponders... but fairly sure we've all learned it already in the past few years! Great story.
I second that Super... Well found AllHell...!! Alongside Roger Milla this is my joint favourite... Always makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, brings a tear to the eye and a lump to my throat... Enjoy... [video=youtube;E0OCRrvMBpA]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0OCRrvMBpA[/video]
Such a shame that I now can't stand Stuart Pearce though. Contributing to the downfall of English football.
Have a butchers on YouTube when you get a min C4E.. Say it isn't so Super.......!! Pearce always put in a shift for England and loved every second of playing for his country. If the overpaid, over pampered w*****s who pull the shirt on for us today, played with half of Pearce's passion and determination I'd be more than happy.
