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Not on tv, but actually experienced at the venue.

Why was it special to you?

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quite a few to choose from (Longy if he sees this will have dozens, spent half his life travelling the world watching great sport)

the original Q was to exclude Leicester City (for which there are two, Claridge's 120th minute winner to beat Palace in the play off final and winning the Premier League, Everton at home)

i choose British Lions beating South Africa in Durban in 1997, which was an absolutely magic trip from start to finish and that was the highlight 

In 1961 George Swindin the Arsenal manager who was a friend of the family gave my dad and me two tickets for England v Scotland at Wembley.

I didn't realize quite how memorable it would actually become to have been one of the 97,000+ who actually witnessed this event live.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFqrBatm8No

Japan vs South Africa, 2015 Rugby World Cup, Amex Stadium, Brighton.

My brother-in- law managed to get tickets for the first ever non football sporting event at the Amex and, as a huge rugby fan, I went along with him, my father-in-law - who is an Aussie and therefore has an inbuilt dislike of South African Rugby - and my friend who had been a Brighton season ticket holder since long before the Amex was built.

The week before, my seven month pregnant wife dropped the bomb that our first all day NCT session was that Saturday and I had a predicament  for all 30 second. 'I'll just leave at the lunch break, you'll be fine, we've got neices, you're good wIth them. Seven silent days later, I leave a very jealous looking group of soon-to-be dads and scornful future mums to go to the Amex - they couldn't get it through, tough break lads .

We arrive at the Amex and stock up on Ales, a luxury in a ground where I had previously been forced to neck a swift one at half time due to the FAs no alcohol in the playing arena rule. We take our seats and judging by the cheering of the team sheets and the noise during the national anthems, it's a fair mix of South African fans (45%) and neutrals (45%) plus a few Japanese (10%).

I take a look at the handicap which is -40 SA and decide to have a score for interest in Japan with the points. Little did I know I wouldn't need the points. Cue one of the most heroic sporting performances in rugby history from the side known as the Cherry Blossoms. Eddie Jones boys defend manfully and seem to have an extra couple of men on the field. Despite a clear size disadvantage they are fighting fire with fire and with 5 minutes to go, they are trailing by three points when they are awarded an eminently kickable penalty. "Take the points lads, waste a couple of minutes, you're going to draw with South Africa - the greatest result in your history". "Drawing Is for artists, Ollie. Despite our delicate nickname, we're warriors". Fair do's.

The noise when the kicked for the corner was the loudest of end sporting event I'd ever attended. A decibel record that stood for all of seven minutes. For the cheers you could tell the crowd had shifted. The stadium now housed 90% ardent Japanese fans, and a bewildered 10% South Africans who loyally tried to block out the inevitable. For the first time in its history, no one has left the Amex early.

Then it happened, after an unfathomably long spell of prolonged pressure, the Japanese spread the ball wide and the replacement winger dives over to secure the biggest rugby shock in history. Cue pandemonium in the stands, a cheer which was audible 3 miles away in Brighton (confirmed by my Brighton ticket holder mate as being at least twice as loud as anything he's heard at the stadium) and hundreds of neutrals with tears in their eyes. I felt on a natural high for about two weeks afterwards, and will never forget it.

Ruined live sport for me though, I'll never top that.

I had just started my first job after Uni for a golf company and was given tickets to the '89 Ryder Cup. Standing beside the 18th green on the final day is something I'll never forget.

Memorable for a reason other than sporting magnificence.........

Watching Lancashire playing a drab game destined for a draw in the Vegas of the North, sunny Blackpool. Was a dour affair on a terrible pitch highlighted only by getting to watch one of the greatest off all time, Muttiah Muralithuran bowling late afternoon.

With the match being such a turgid affair, my friend (who was up visiting me from down South and whom I hadn't seen since finishing uni almost a year ago) and I had sought 'refreshments' frequently during the morning and afternoon. Muttiah's name was of great delight to my friend who simply could not pronounce his name.

After a bellyful of refreshments he noticed Michael Atherton fielding on the boundary.

'Michael........Michael'

Atherton stands stoically, not entertaining the drunken fool.

'Michael...........Michael.............Michael............'

Not a flicker from Athers, focussed on his fielding.

'Michael...............Michael...............Michael...................'

This went on for roughly 20 minutes until my friend did what Alan Donald could not and wore him down. Athers turns to him and before he can speak my friend dives in with ' How do you pronounce Murderiturian?'

Athers, as straight faced as it is possible to be, 'Just like that' and returns to his fielding.

Probably one of those had to be there moments but it was just incredibly funny.

Champions League Final 2013 - Wembley

Sat in the heart of the Dortmund fans when Robben scored the last minute winner for their biggest rivals.

The Dortmund fans were incredibly gracious in defeat, never stopped singing and were cordial to the Bayern fans as we left the stadium. We were drinking with both sets of fans which was just remarkable at such a highly charged event.

prob watching Dawn Run win gold cup ( backed it - thin brag), seems more special now than then, every time  those famous words are heard in replays is magic.

Maybe not a 'moment' as such but being around and going to a number of the 2012 Olympics events still seems like a pretty special time. It was certainly an atmosphere that I've never come across before from either civic or sporting events.

Objectively the most significant thing I saw was the basketball final (which isn't at all significant but the only other final I saw was the women's football, the rest were all heats and qualifiers).

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Although I think a much better illustration of the Olympics is obviously going to be the beach volleyball :D

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Celtic v Porto in Seville. 

The whole occasion was phenomenal I don't think I have ever seen so many Celtic fans in one place at the one time. 

Being at Headingley in 1977 for Geoff Boycott's 100th 100 is up there for me. Special moment for a sports mad then 11 year old.

On a very personal level, Wednesday destroying Sheff Utd 4-0 on Boxing Day 1979 was rather special.

Newcastle winning away in the champions league in Feyenoord 3-2, Bellamy getting the winner in the last minute. After losing our first 3 group games we'd beat Juve and Dynamo Kiev at home to keep ourselves alive. Went 2-0 up before being pegged back to 2-2. Also needed a reserve Juve side to win in Kiev to have a chance of getting through (they won 2-0). Absolute pandemonium when Bellers netted last minute,  made the 36 hour coach journey home a fair bit more bearable 😂 at the time that made us the only side to qualify for the next round after losing our first 3 group games,  not sure if that is still the case.

This, and it's not close for me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6BoCVjCXuQ8

Promotion to the Premier League, after 110 years with no top flight football.  Grown men in tears all around me thinking of parents, grandparents, uncles, etc who'd not lived to see it happen.  All achieved with a squad that cost £800,000 to assemble.


Other than that, I was in the Olympic stadium for Bolt's 200m win in London, which happened to be the night that David Rudisha broke the 800m world record.  Quite an astonishing performance to witness, and not something that happens too frequently (in fact I think it's still the current record).

It's one of those rare occasions where I wonder if being there was as good as watching on TV.

Because Peter O'Sullevan's commentary "And the mare's beginning to get up!" definitely is an integral part of the memory.

EDIT: Just watched it again on youtube, it still sends a tingle down the spine..

The miracle at Medinah, I doubt i'll ever top it.

I guess the most famous and memorable, would be the Shane Warne ball to Gatting at Old Trafford. My mum's side of the family are all from the area and my Grandad was a huge cricket fan but had 3 daughters who were not interested in the slightest, so when I showed an interest in the game from an early age we would go to the Test Match every year up there. It was one of the first years they had TV screens in the ground, so as is often the case at the cricket you are not entirely sure what had happened at such a distance but the gasp that went round the ground when the replay was shown was probably the most memorable thing. Of course it's signficance became greater over the years as Warne proved to be probably the best spinner the game had ever seen.

Was living in Spain at the time and the congregation of Scots on the south coast was nuts. I was in Malaga and there were randoms rocking up with no ticket and no hotel, just sleeping on the beach in the build up to the match. I didn't have a ticket but travelled up to Seville and watched it on a big screen in a park. Lively night!

Went to see the weight lifting during London 2012, the very last lift of the night this Columbian chappy had to break the world record to get into the medals. First lift no chance, second lift even worse, then he goes backstage but we can see on a big screen he is crying his eyes out and his coach is hugging him, he comes back out, the crowd is willing him on and he only bloody does it. We all went nuts and everyone in the crowd is hugging strangers and stuff.

I refuse to google the particular event just on the off chance he has since been exposed as a drugs cheat.

Oh and for totally different reasons, I went to the turd that was Audley Harrison vs David Haye, which many pundits believe was the worst match in the history of boxing.

Rene Higuita's scorpion kick at Wembley.

4 innings in the same day England v West Indies at Lords.  There wasn't ever enough time between wickets to grab a beer.