Who? "The blues"
When? 2003 ish
Age? Probably 14 ish
Opposition? "The reds"
Where? Deansgate Lane, Formby, Rourke's League.
Picture the scene. Saturday morning, final game of the season, we had to win the game to win the league, the reds only had to draw to win it. Our usual team line up, with me as a marauding right full back raring to go.
We go 1-0 up from a free kick in the 2nd half, before the equalise not long after. Knowing we have to win, I start flying down the wing, terrorising their defense and win a corner in the last minute which I stay up for on the penalty spot. The corner comes in but is cleared, to our man at the edge of the box so I stay on the penalty spot. He whips a ball in which, leaping like a salmon, I connect with with. Tim Cahill-esque it flies into the top corner for my first goal of the season, pandemonium ensues. I get pilied on by everyone on my team, knowing we have surely just sealed it.
They kick off, their star center forward ran at us, taking everyone on, they just needed to equalise. He managed to make it into the box, ripped our center halves so he is 1 on 1 with the keeper. He is just about to pull the trigger until, out of nowhere, a supremely timed slide tackle sees our could-be-hero dispossessed by non-other than me. The ball is cleared and the final whistle went. Yet another pily on me for saving our precious lead.
I still discuss it with my mates to this day.