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My Favourite World Cup Goal - Kyle Wilkins

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David Platt V Belgium, 26th June 1990

Italia 90 coincided with the first family holiday I can remember as a child. Two wet, gloomy weeks in Swanage, staying in what was described as a ‘chalet’ but resembled more of a caravan on milk crates. Everything was better back then; the kits, the boots, the player’s haircuts, even the mascot, and despite being only 8 years old, I can remember vividly most of the tournament. Yes, it was a shit-hole of a chalet, but it was the World Cup. It didn’t matter. I still look back and get nostalgic about the things I watched on the tiny TV: Gazza’s tears, Roger Milla dancing, Waddle blazing over the bar, and one of the worst finals I’ve ever seen.

Having topped their group, England faced Belgium for a place in the quarter finals. The game itself was a tense affair. Belgium hit the woodwork twice and England had a John Barnes strike disallowed for a non-existent offside. The game finished 0-0 and went into extra time. I thought penalties were a dead cert, and with just one minute of the game remaining, I braced myself for the inevitable. Back then, England weren’t known for as being as bad as penalties as they are now, in fact some may argue that this was the tournament where the hoodoo started.

119 minutes came up on the clock. England won possession in their own half and the ball came to the talented Paul Gascoigne. He beat one man with a feign to pass and a quick twist, and he was away. He sprinted forward, past another Belgian, who gave chase, and in his efforts to tackle Gascoigne, brought him down about 40 yards from goal. This was it. The last chance of the game.

Gascoigne himself took the free-kick and floated it goal wards. The ball sailed over the heads of 3 Belgian defenders, and towards David Platt, who had come on as a second half substitute. With his back to goal as the ball reached him just outside the 6 yard box, and at a bit of an angle, it looked as though Platt would do anything but shoot. However, he adjusted his body quickly, swivelling to his left as the ball dropped over his right shoulder, and he unleashed a superb volley across the ‘keeper and into the corner of the net. An absolute gem of a goal. The audacity to even try it rather than nod it back across the box, the timing, the sheer jubilation I felt when that goal went in, is what makes it my favourite World Cup goal.

It was an amazing feeling. I went to bed the happiest 8 year old in the country. The rain didn’t matter, my dad’s snoring in the room next door didn’t matter; England had progressed to the next round. I didn’t think anything could get better than that at the time, but I was wrong. When I woke up in the morning and pulled back the curtains, someone had spelt out ‘ARSE’ on the hills in large rocks.


My Favourite World Cup Goal - Ryan Adams

Ex Arsenal, Barcelona and then Feyernoord left back Giovanni Van Bronkhorst was not renowned for his goalscoring, so when he unleashed this 40 yard screamer it was a surprise. It was the semi final of the World Cup 2010 against Uruguay and Van Bronkhorst's penultimate game as a professional and the game was only 18 minutes old when Van Bommel found the left back in space. As I said, the then 35 year old left back was not known for his goalscoring so what was to come was unbelievable. As everyone expected a deep cross towards Van Persie, the dutch skipper wound up an absolute thunderbolt of a shot into the far corner leaving Uruguayan keeper Muslera with no chance (even though he got close) and sent the dutch on there way to the final which they went on to lose vs Spain.


My Favourite World Cup Goal - Ben Spratt

He might have just joined Aston Villa, but Joe Cole used to be really good. He was really good at not getting a game for Chelsea, he was really good at being played out of position for England, and – for a couple of seconds in Cologne, on June 20, 2006 – he was really good at 30-yard volleys. This was the big crescendo for Sven Goran Eriksson’s “Golden Generation”, captained by David “Golden Balls” Beckham himself. This was rotating goalkeepers, this was heightened expectations, this was endless arguments about Steven Gerrard and Frank Lampard, this was a 4-4-2 with no left winger. With Gerrard and Lampard both starting the World Cup’s opening two games – wins against Paraguay and Trinidad & Tobago – it was three-foot-nothing, right-footed, single-speed Cole who was moved out to the cursed left side. A position that Stewart Downing, Gareth Barry, Emile Heskey and Geordie boy Alan Thompson had all failed to make their own; but that summer it belonged to the diminutive Londoner. Despite the consecutive victories, England still needed a point against Sweden in their final group game to finish above Lars Lagerback’s side and so avoid host nation Germany – a country that experience tells us are probably worth avoiding. Wayne Rooney was back and Owen Hargreaves had impressed enough to earn a starting spot, so Peter Crouch and Gerrard dropped to the bench. (Before I carry on, Steven Gerrard was on the bench.) Rooney and Michael Owen – this really was the golden generation. For 60 seconds. Then £16 million’s worth of Newcastle United striking talent is lying sprawled on the pitch. For club and country, a blow. Anyway, onto the goal. The red-clad Englishmen had taken a while to get going following Owen’s injury, but after a couple of decent openings via Cole and Rooney, the Chelsea man decided he fancied a World Cup memento. A Swedish defender nodded the ball out of his area and looked quite content with himself as he jogged towards the 18-yard line. Not for long. The ball fell to Cole somewhere on the other side of the Atlantic, and he thwacked it – like, properly thwacked it – on the volley and it flew in off the far post. Andres Isaksson got a hand on the strike, but only succeeded in improving the spectacle. Top corner, 1-0 England, piece of piss. As it happened, the Swedes emerged with a 2-2 draw, but that was enough to secure the Three Lions safe passage to a second-round meeting with Ecuador. Of course it all mattered little when – in the quarter-final against Portugal – Rooney stamped on Ricardo Carvalho’s bollocks, Beckham went off injured and England went out on penalties. But in a tournament where only he and Hargreaves emerged with any real credit, Cole had provided a stand-out moment. And what a moment.

Cheers, Ben


My Favourite World Cup Goal - Bill Edgar

Torsten Frings: Germany vs. Costa Rica (FIFA World Cup 2006)

The 2006 World Cup finals was the second time in 32 years Germany had hosted the World Cup. Could they repeat the heroics of ‘74 and win the trophy for a second time on their own turf? (They won it at Italia ’90 but that’s a different story).

Germany went into the tournament with high aspirations, there may have been some rumoured unrest in the camp but no players were showing any signs of discord. The team had a home advantage, which they could use to full effect at times when the most needed it. Anticipation grew and more supporters believed that Jürgen Klinsmann’s side could be set to win the World Cup for a third time. Maybe, just maybe.

The match was a perfect way to kick-start the tournament, the hosts playing in front of 66,000 fans at the Allianz Arena against American’s Costa Rica in their third World Cup. The away team surprised the German’s with two goals and threatened in spells throughout the match. Previously in the first half, right back Philip Lahm had curled in a spectacular effort from the edge of the box. Scoring a goal that no keeper in the world could have saved. A perfect start to what should be an exciting tournament.

Anything you can do I can do better was Torsten Frings’ answer to Lahm’s early strike. The game had settled down at 3-2 and looked to stay that way, until the Germans were awarded a free kick in a reasonable crossing distance for a player to head into the back of the net. Bastian Schweinsteiger however, had other ideas. Centre midfielder Torsten Frings was unmarked and received the ball from the 21-year-old winger, without even taking a touch, the midfielder sends a rocket flying into the top corner. This sixth goal of the game bettered Lahm’s first half strike and already staked its claim for ‘goal of the tournament’, one game in.

Torsten Fings had brought Munich to its feet in its entirety, this goal was a benchmark for the rest of the tournament with even better goals to follow however this one stays with me the most. The sheer power and precision of the shot left my 9-year-old self in shock. What a hit.



My Favourite World Cup Goal - Matty Shite Seats

David Platt – Italia 90 - Belgium – Round Of 16

Whilst I was only a mere 6 years of age, Italia 90 was my first real memory of the existence of THE beautiful game. 

I can’t remember many goals, or games from actually during the World Cup but can recall my Dad getting excited during the summer holidays as we slowly made our way through the group stages.  A few people with union jack style bunting in the street.

Into the second ‘phase’ and we were up against Belgium. 

My dad sat in his red velvet chair, little bottle of beer and ready to go. 

On comes Bobby Robson on the old TV (one of those wooden surround ones), father with a wry smile and telling me “he’s from up here son”.

I can’t remember much from the match.

I was probably too busy putting stickers into my Italia 90 Panini album, with a little Coca Cola Italia 90 ball with the little logo on, or playing with a little Chris Waddle ‘coin’ you got from the Esso Garage up the road.

All of a sudden my dad yelled at the top of his voice (I probably got a fright at this point) ‘Come on Gazza sunna!’ – I looked up and Gazza had just been fouled after a deft turn and a mazy run. 

Time was ticking on.

The free kick was dinked beautifully by Gazza towards the far post and Platt turned the ball in with a delightful over the shoulder volley. 

I can still see Lineker smiling back towards the cameras as he piled on top of the rest of the players in celebration and then the camera cutting to Bobby doing his little dance down the touchline!

My Dad jumping around like a loon and him getting wrong off my mother…which of course to a 6 year old was hilarious. 

Peep peep.  Full time after extra time.

My dad picked me up, hoyed me up in the air, over his shoulders and said “You know Son, we could bloody do this…”

“Do what?” was my innocent reply.

“Win the World Cup of course ya daft sod!”

If only.

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My Favourite World Cup Goal - Paul ‘Robbo’ Robson

Manuel Negrete – June 15th 1986 (Mexico v Bulgaria)

The date was June 1986, the country was Mexico and the World Cup Group stages were over. Mexico had beaten Belgium, drew with Paraguay and beaten debutants Iraq and had qualified for the round of 16 in front of 328,363 people at the Azteca Stadium. The country was at fever pitch heading into game 37 – the first game of the last 16 stage. The opponents on the 15th June were Bulgaria who had come through as one of the best 3rd place teams in Group A alongside Italy and Argentina.

The date was 15th June 1986 kick off was midday, 114,580 people crammed into the Azteca for the next trip on Mexicos World Cup journey. The Mexicans started favourites and started briskly as they played up to their fans and the worldwide media, up front for them was much loved Hugo Sanchez who was well known in Europe for his exploits in Spain, the U.N.A.M striker Manuel Negrete and Javier Aguirre from Atlante.

On the 35th minute with the game still at 0-0, Negrete receives a long ball, controls this on the volley, then with the ball about 25 yards out flicks it out to Aguirre who volleys it back in a classic 1-2 triangular motion to Negrete who heads towards the edge of the Bulgarian box, bypassing the man, then in a moment of genius fires in a classic side on scissor kick to keeper Mikhailovs bottom left hand corner, causing the Mexican crowd to go wild, followed by the standard commentator reaction of GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL.

The Mexican team went onto dominate the game winning 2-0 with Defender Raul Servin scoring in the 61st minute. Mexico went into the Quarter Final to face the strong West German side but were knocked out on penalties after a 0-0 draw, with your man Negrete netting the only pen in a 4-1 defeat.

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My Favourite World Cup Goal - Jonny Gabriel

Fabio Grosso: ITALY vs. Germany (FIFA World Cup 2006)

Italy went into the 2006 FIFA World Cup under a cloud, with the Calciopoli scandal which saw Juventus relegated to Serie B and stripped of two league titles coming to light just months before the tournament in Germany was due to take place. Their opponents for the semi-final in Dortmund were the hosts, whose stock had risen throughout the tournament as more supporters believed that Jürgen Klinsmann’s side were on the verge of becoming the seventh squad to win the World Cup in their own country.

The match itself was an end to end affair, ninety minutes of high adrenaline football as two powerhouses of world and European football looked to reach the World Cup final to face either France or Portugal. Although both sides created good opportunities, the game remained goalless and head into extra time where the teams still couldn’t be separated and the match looked to be heading to a penalty shoot-out.

Perhaps wary of the Germans’ excellent record from twelve yards the Italians continued to push to the very end of the extra period, and won a corner following Andrea Pirlo’s shot from distance. The corner, taken by Alessandro Del Piero, was cleared by Arne Friedrich only to land at the feet of Pirlo, who then did what the midfielder does and slotted the ball perfectly through the German defence without even looking and onto the left foot of full back Fabio Grosso.

Grosso, wearing the Azzurri’s number 3 shirt made famous by the legendary Paolo Maldini, hit the ball first time with the inside of his left foot and watched on as it curled perfectly around Michael Ballack and Philipp Lahm and into the far corner of the goal, out of the reach of Germany goalkeeper Jens Lehmann. As soon as the ball hit the net the Palermo defender was off, his celebration reminiscent of fellow countryman Marco Tardelli’s, after scoring in the 1982 World Cup final.

The Italians would go on to win their first World Cup since Tardelli, along with Paolo Rossi and Alessandro Altobelli, found the net in Madrid, defeating France in the final after a penalty shoot-out.

And the scorer of the winning penalty that night in Berlin? One Fabio Grosso.



It Tastes Like Pele’s Cock…

Pray silence please ladies and gents for the very first Taylor and Besty World Cup Podcast with True Faith and Phoenix taxis! This is a bit of a preview show with hints of nostalgia, swearing, live Panini sticker openings, memories, regrets, spider bites and classic World Cup songs. It's a big old girl coming in just past the 1 hour 45min mark, so stand back, light your pipe and settle in. T&B xx