Glory nights in Europe 5-15.Benfica 1 United 5 European Cup quarter-final, second leg, Estadio de Luz, 9 March 1966The night George Best announced his genius on the European stage as ‘El Beatle’ ended Benfica’s unbeaten run on their own patch. Against a team that had reached four of the previous five European Cup finals, Best, ignored Matt Busby’s pre-match mantra about keeping it tight for the opening few minutes in defence of a 3-2 first-leg lead. Dancing to the beat of his own drum, he went out and tore the Portuguese to shreds like a one-man school of piranhas at feeding time. Within 14 minutes United were 3-0 up, two goals and an an assist from Best. Charlton’s blinding fifth, beating three men, was almost a footnote.
4. United 2 Barcelona 1European Cup Winners’ Cup final, Feyenoord Stadium, 15 May 1991Revenge is a dish best served cold, and while Sparky is not one to dwell, the two-goal hero illuminated the Reds’ second triumph in European competition. Hughes – finally transferred to Barça after a bout of intense soul-searching in 1986 – found life tough with the Catalans, but he made them pay five years later. His second goal, from a seemingly impossible angle, is one of the picture-book moments. “I wanted to show the football fans of Barcelona the real Mark Hughes, not the one booted out of town as a flop,” he said.
3.Juventus 2 Manchester United 3 Champions League semi-final, second leg, Stadio Delle Alpi, 21 April 1999Is there a sweeter feeling than the thoroughly unexpected victory – that despair-to-joy moment when you realise you’re clutching a complete stranger like a long-lost brother? Travelling in hope rather than expectation after Teddy Sheringham’s substitute cameo inspired a shaky draw in the first leg, United’s chances of progression looked bleaker than a slate-grey Salford sky after shipping two in the first 11 minutes. Luckily, no-one had told Keano. This was Roy’s command performance. Having reduced the aggregate deficit to 3-2 with a rare header, Keane’s booking for a challenge on Zidane made him ineligible for the final, should United do the unthinkable. That season, of course, not doing the unthinkable was well, unthinkable. Keane blazed away in central midfield like a man possessed – determined that if he couldn’t play in the final, this would be his legacy. Dwight Yorke’s lunge to meet Andy Cole’s centre meant United were in the box seat on away goals. Yet it wasn’t over. The Reds surged forward, striking the woodwork twice before Cole pounced to spark scenes of mass jubilation only matched by the same sweaty hordes 35 days later in Barcelona. It’s worth having grandchildren to tell them you were there.
2.Bayern Munich 1 United 2Champions League final, Nou Camp, Barcelona, 26 May 1999In these days where anything goes on telly, it’s remarkable some bright spark hasn’t come up with ‘Day of the Dead – Soccer’s Lazarus-like Comebacks!’ When, rather than if they do, all bets are off for the No.1 spot. After the Herculean exertions of April and May to secure the Double and reach the final after a remarkable turnaround in Turin, United’s Treble chance looked to have faded. Trailing to Mario Basler’s freakish sixth-minute free-kick, shorn of the services of Roy Keane and Paul Scholes through suspension, United lacked a cutting edge. Still, two out of three: hardly a bad return, and the prospect of a drink on La Rambla to drown the sorrows. But wait, one last chance as the clock ticked over into the 90th minute… Beckham’s corner, Schmeichel lumbering forward, Yorke’s flick, Giggs, Sheringham in super-sub slo-mo cameo… 1-1 and game very much on. Having been read the last rites, we rise, the ghosts of Busby’s Babes on our shoulders, fittingly on what would have been the great man’s 90th birthday. We press once more. Another corner… Beckham, Sheringham, Solskjaer… at 92 minutes and 17 seconds, it’s 2-1, utter pandemonium, and the hastiest switching of victor’s ribands in football history.
1. United 4 Benfica 1 European Cup final, Wembley, 29 May 1968There is greatness, and there’s Wembley 1968. Like the Nou Camp 31 years later, the high drama was saved for the closing stages – but then isn’t that the point of the final reel? This night wasn’t about quality, at least not first and foremost. It was about fulfilling a date with a destiny lost in the Munich snow 10 long years earlier. United’s triumph on a balmy north London night assumes mythical status on two levels. Busby was miraculously back at the summit so nearly scaled in 1958, before the dream of glory and a golden generation of talent was cruelly crushed. His young tiros George Best and Brian Kidd, backed by the experience and iron-will of Munich survivors Bill Foulkes, knee ligament damage and all, and Bobby Charlton knew failure was not an option. And then of course, there was the groundbreaking achievement of becoming the first English club to master Europe’s premier competition – fittingly enough, having been the club who defied the FA’s pooh-poohing of the venture to enter it in the first place. Alex Stepney’s part, saving point-blank from the great Eusebio with 10 minutes remaining, should never be understated, but the enduring image is of the clinch between old soldiers Charlton, Foulkes and Busby – and the exuberance of birthday-boy Brian Kidd, just 19, his goal coming between Best’s lead-restorer and Charlton’s closing goal, his second. As Nobby Stiles observed: “For me and Kiddo and John Aston, the team’s Mancunians, it was also a triumph of the blood of our lives, we had felt the sorrow of the city’s streets in 1958.” To paraphrase that son of Salford, Morrissey, this night opened our eyes: one on which the fallen flowers of Manchester bloomed anew, a glorious, fitting tribute to the present and the past.
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