Your memories of that night
I was watching the game at home
on my own and it was great! When we scored I jumped
up in the air with my arms straight up shouting "YEEEEESSSSS!",
punching a fancy stained glass chandelier which smashed...
Immediately my father came in and he didn't care what
the score was in the game, but I was the loser at home!
Claudio Fiamma Italy...presumably!
Nel 1982 la nazionale di calcio italiana,VINSE IL MONDIALE!!!
In finale l'Italia batté la Germania 3-1!!! Che
emozione!! Nel primo tempo Antonio Cabrini sbagliò
un penalty. Ma nel secondo tempo gli AZZURRI furono
immensi:segnarono Pablito Rossi,Marco Tardelli e Alessandro
"SPILLO" Altobelli".I tedeschi ricordano ancora quella
I think this translates into ...."In 1982 the national
one of Italian soccer, GAINED the WORLD-WIDE one!!!
In end Italy struck Germany 3-1!!! That emotion!! In
the first time Antonio Cabrini it mistook a penalty.
But in according to time the BLUETA they were immensi:segnarono
Pablito Rossi, Mark Tardelli and Alexander " German
PIN " Altobelli".I still remembers that one finale.ALE'
R.J. Toronto , Canada
I was there on that glorious night. After the games
the Northern Ireland Fans remained in the stands long
after the Spanish fans had gone. Billy Bingham, and
all the players,and support staff came back on the field
came to the fans in the stands and shook every hand.Magnificent
performance,by magnificent people. Oh how I miss that
great bunch of men (team).
I was barely a teenager. I watched
the first half with my mum (a first), dad (with cans
of Tennents when they had the models on them), and sister
(amazingly). I think we all managed the first half reasonably
calmly. When Gerry scored, I jumped-up and hit my head
on the shade on the ceiling light. Once the pain (being
bathed with Dettol stings!) and euphoria had subsided,
viewing was only possible through the gaps in the fingers
of my hand, and when Mal had been sent-off (didn't he
take it well?), I headed upstairs as I could watch no
longer. This was only relieved by my dad shouting upstairs
that we had won and were through, cue more unbridled
joy. That night, even the songs by Dana and Sammie Mackie
seemed like musical classics.
Though a child, I knew that life in Belfast could be
pretty unpleasant at the time, and the good will for
us and the boost that it provided was great. Heavens,
even Jimmy Hill was a fanatic for us that night! It
was and I am sure will remain forever my happiest and
most treasured memory as a football supporter. The team
and manager did themselves and ALL of their Province
proud that night, and in the games that took them there
and after it too.
Twenty years on, well done one and all, and a special
thought for the late Noel Brotherston and his surviving
family and friends.
The story of that night and the whole journey to World
Cup 1982 (and 1986 - how did we get there?) should be
compulsory on the curriculum in basic coaching and team
building for the 'squad' of today in a bid for them
to show us if they ever can or want to be worthy successors
to the mantle of Billy and the Boys.
I was 13 at the time, but remember
it like yesterday. I had gone to every home qualifier,
with the last one, beating Isreal to qualify, being
another night to remember. My Dad had gone to every
game with me also, but during the World Cup he was in
Sri Lanka on business. On the night he listened to the
game in the wee small hours on SW radio while I was
in Belfast watching it on TV. I remember it was like
N.Ireland v The World, I couldn't believe how biased
the referee was, roared on by the partisan crowd. The
relief when the final whistle blew was unbelievable.
My Dad phoned me as soon as it was over and we just
roared at each other down a crackling phone line....
In England as a tweleve year old
watching the match on TV whilst a thunderstorm wreaked
havoc outside that only added to to the occasion. The
things I remember most apart from the goal: Lawrie McMenemy
on the TV panel before hand giving us no chance, the
inordinate amount of injury time played, Spanish players
diving anytime they got near the box and Pat Jennings
being the coolest player on the pitch saving with one
hand. Memorabilia - I still have in my possession The
Northern Ireland World Cup Single "When yer man gets
the ball" sung by the squad and Dana.
I well remember walking along
the sea front in Cambrils, Costa Dorada(wearing the
hat which I swopped for my NI hat after the preceding
night's opening game against Yugoslavia) and laughing
at the typo errors in the daily "El Pais" World Cup
Supplement which was obviously printed overnight without
too much proofreading. The NI manager was "Benny Bingham"
while the youngest player to play in the World Cup Finals
was recorded as "Norman Shiteside". If that wasn't enough,
I turned the page over to see a large colour photo of
myself with another NI fan, who happened to be wearing
a helmet from the Met. Police Force which he apparently
"picked up" while travelling through London on the way
to Spain (we went in a 4 coach convoy) I still have
the supplement. I also have the report in a Spanish
newspaper of that wonderful Friday night in Valencia
a forthnight later. Great memories.
Three things stick in my memory.
Lopez Ufarte was the Spanish No 11, Jimmy Hill advised
all people watching to call in on their neighbours to
turn to the game as it was drama of the highest order.
I was eating my dinner on a tray when big G scored.
I jumped for joy, dinner ended on the floor and I ended
up in casualty (after the match) with a split knuckle
from a high jump or a low ceiling.