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Oh, hello, I'm Donovan Daily and I like my beers cold,
my women hot and my football Premier League.
So when the BBC asked me to host
The Premier League's Most Amazing Moments show, I said, "Hell, yeah."
But I told them I'll need a sidekick, a yin to my yang,
a Tonto to my Lone Ranger for this amazing quest.
He had to be a Premier League legend.
So I made my pick.
"Who was it, Don?" I hear you cry.
"Was it Zola, Cantona, Beckham?"
Oh, no, this guy's far superior, he's a maverick.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you
Mr Robert Savage.
Don, you're two hours early and it's Robbie.
Robbie, really? You're still calling yourself that?
'Wow, what a goal!'
Join us for a feast of fabulous football.
I've never missed a goal like that.
We've got tears and triumph and trauma and tantrums.
I remember thinking, "What's going on here?"
And goals. Lots of goals.
What do you expect me to do with a shot like that?
Plus comedy gold. Ha-ha.
Says it all. Pretty embarrassing.
A smorgasbord of 20 years of the best football on the planet,
served up in bitesize nuggets.
Welcome to the Premier League's 50 Most Amazing Moments.
Let's be having you!
'City are champions!'
Well, why don't you guys at home kick back, relax, chillax,
if you like, get the little lady to bring you an iced cold beer,
while me and Robbie make TV history.
Come on, let's go, get you some clothes on.
-Have you got any biscuits?
-Ginger nuts, mmm.
Paul Scholes, ha-ha-ha.
At number 50 is our first Premier League genius.
And when baby Wayne Rooney broke through in October 2002,
he didn't arrive, he exploded.
It was Everton V Arsenal at Goodison Park.
Arsenal were unbeaten for 30 games
and this little 16-year-old was ready and waiting.
A few years ago, I was at a match where Everton were playing Arsenal
and my little brother said,
"There's a great, young lad,
"there's a great lad called Wayne Rooney."
I was like, "Oh, what's his name?"
Wayne's the name and this £80-a-week teenager is having
the game of his life.
When Rooney breaks onto the scene,
first of all we want to see his passport and birth certificate
because he's not a 16-year-old at Everton.
There's one minute left of the game and this lad did the unthinkable.
Rooney picks up the ball, outside the box
and he puts it onto his right and does, like, a Beckham curl
into the top, left-hand corner.
'Oh, he went for it. Oh! His first goal of the Premiership!
'Ladies and gentlemen, introducing 16-year-old Wayne Rooney.'
You're not supposed to do that against Arsenal.
You're playing against a great side, knocking people over,
you're scoring a goal against England goalkeeper David Seaman.
So you knew he was a special talent.
'What a special goal.'
30 games unbeaten, we were, at that time
and he picked up that ball, turned, shot and done Seaman.
'I think, here, you're seeing the start of something special.'
Yes, England, lock up your daughters, Rooney has arrived.
He rode his bike home from Goodison Park.
Imagine, you've just chipped the England goalkeeper
and you've rode your bike home. Mint.
Rooney's Everton career didn't start as a 16-year-old.
Oh, no, it was way before then.
When I was playing for Liverpool, I was the captain of Liverpool,
Dave Watson was Everton captain
and we both walked onto the field holding the little mascot's hand,
he was about eight years old, he was Wayne Rooney.
And he looked about 25 then.
And did this precious, little ten-year-old show due respect?
Rooney, kind of,
consistently and continually kept trying to chip Neville Southall,
which was quite embarrassing for, you know,
then the most capped Everton player of all time.
He turned round, apparently, and told Wayne Rooney to BLEEP off.
# It was a beautiful day... #
Celebrating a goal is the one of the most joyous moments
in any footballer's life. It's elation, it's bliss.
It's unrestrained, pure unadulterated ecstasy.
But there's always an exception to the rule
and this was truly exceptional.
Hello, Newcastle super sub Temuri Ketsbaia.
'Gets attacked by Ketsbaia.'
He walks over,
the shirt comes off, then he looks like he's going to do
a full-on strip.
I don't know what he was trying to do,
cos he tried to take his shoe off to kick the hoarding,
which would mean he'd probably break his foot.
'Extraordinary gestures from Temuri Ketsbaia.
'He's ripped off his shirt.'
So he just let's rip on the advertising boards
and just starts kicking hell out of them.
And you're watching him thinking, nutter.
He had a set plan after he scored a goal. It's like,
"I'm going to kick the fast food once,
"I'm going to kick the shoe manufacturer twice.
"Get away from me, I'm on a roll!
"I've got a plan!
"Don't mess with me!"
But after a while, everyone just kept away from him
cos they didn't know what he was going to do next.
# That boy needs therapy... #
Some say he was angry because he was sick of being a sub.
If you want to get picked, don't destroy the stadium.
If I want a promotion at work and go up to my boss and go,
"Yeah, I know I've been trying really hard,
"but, to make my point, I've thrown the fish tank out of the window.
"Let's talk about a raise." That's not how you do it, Temuri.
But only now has the truth come out.
When he was young, he was attacked in his sleep
by a burger
and a shoe!
It was terrible, OK?
He's not happy about it!
14 years later, Temuri finally calmed down
and, apparently, runs an anger management clinic
with Roy Keane and Joey Barton.
Or did I just make that up?
What number was my goal against QPR?
And you must have me when I played a goal against Reading.
I'm afraid, old boy, that neither of those cut the mustard.
Not like this one,
which is one of the most amazing moments of the Premier League ever.
Check it out.
You got any crisps?
In hindsight, yeah, you do regret your actions,
but, at the same time, it was done for the right reasons.
'Oh. He's got it!'
It was Boxing Day 2008 in Manchester.
City were full of festive cheer and Hull, it seemed,
were still full of festive beer.
'Robinho is arriving, if he can find him, and does!
'Manchester City just insatiable here.'
We had 5,500 travelling Hull City fans
that were packed in at the Etihad Stadium.
And I felt as if we'd really them down.
So they were four-nil down at half-time
and manager Phil Brown was about to do something
so extraordinary you'll need to sit down.
We all made a beeline for, in front of the supporters.
He decided he was going to give the team talk on the pitch.
Which is a bit like, a bit like that couple who have a row in local pub
on a Saturday and everyone has to watch them and it's like, come on.
# We don't need no education... #
I could've got them in the warmth of the changing room,
but I felt as if it was a Sunday league performance.
So I delivered it on the pitch.
He basically tells them off,
like a school teacher telling off some kids.
With 25 cameras at the stadium, it was prime time viewing.
# Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone... #
'Phil Brown venting his frustrations on the field
'to his team at half-time.'
But it gets better.
One year later, in exactly the same fixture,
at exactly the same end of the pitch,
those naughty, little boys go the chance to get their own back
on their own manager.
Paul McShane, the Irishman, he goes,
"I tell you what we should do, whoever scores, we should like,
"honestly, get all the boys round him and do the Phil Brown."
I said, "I guarantee I'll score now, I will guarantee you that."
Cos it's always me, you know what I mean.
'And Jimmy Bullard has the opportunity.
'And Hull City are level.'
I lost my head, fans just going mental.
The boys said, "Celebrate." I said, "I am celebrating,"
And they're like, "No, no, the Phil Brown." We sit down, we done it.
'Oh, look at the celebration, ha-ha! Jimmy Bullard!'
I didn't know if he was going to be fuming or if he'd be like,
"Oh, that's brilliant."
I just couldn't control myself, I was laughing beyond recognition,
it was unbelievable.
He sort of, sort of took it as to say,
"Yeah, good celebration, but don't push your mark."
Do you know what I mean? To be fair, it's a great celebration.
You know, year on, same place, that's just class as well.
Sporting events have had their fair share of invasions over the years.
From the athletic to the down right stupid. Is that Richard Hammond?
But none was more bizarre than the one that took place
at Blackburn in a crucial relegation battle at the end of last season.
I've got no idea how they got a chicken,
smuggled through the turnstiles.
I'd love to know where it was hidden.
Why did the chicken cross the pitch?
To protest the meat processors in India. Ha-ha-ha.
I just made that up.
This plucky demonstration was aimed at the new Indian owners,
the Venky's, the chicken meat processing tycoons.
'Here's a curious state of affairs.'
Probably jumped out of the processing line, about to become a bhuna
and made a last minute dash for freedom, didn't he?
# Ain't nobody here but us chickens... #
But what do we need most in an emergency like this?
Why, some truly awful chicken puns, of course.
I'd recognise a fowl when I see one, don't worry.
Who knows? Maybe he could've got them a better result
if he'd played on the wing.
'He should have the best hands of all, shouldn't he?'
Well, it didn't quite make the farm,
but it did end up starring in its own commercial.
'Blackburn Rovers proudly owned by Venky's.'
Poor chicken. Let's hope there wasn't a goal mass scramble
in the way and they didn't get a roasting at the end.
Actually, by the roasting, I mean cooked.
I shouldn't say that to do with football, should I? Ha-ha-ha.
To be able to go out in front of people
and play this beautiful game that we all love,
that's got to be really cool unless you're Emmanuel Eboue.
'And Emmanuel Eboue will play his first football
'in the first team since the four-all draw with Tottenham.'
When the Arsenal defender came on in the first half against Wigan,
it proved to be one of the most memorable substitutions
in Premier history,
for all the wrong reasons.
We've all been off sick from work, come back and gone, "What?
"What is it I do again?"
So maybe it was a bit of that.
But I think he might have thought he was playing for Wigan.
I think, cos he kept passing it to them.
-'Here's Emmanuel Eboue.'
-He did have a shocker, he really did.
He was tackling his own players.
'Goodness me, Eboue's having an absolute nightmare.'
He was playing greats on the through balls for Wigan's strikers.
'Oh, terrible, it's killing us.'
In the end, Arsene Wenger had no choice
but to substitute one of his own substitutes.
'who came on after 31 minutes for the injured Samir Nasri,
Football players call that a sub sub.
And that's the worst that can happen to you as a football player.
I know a lot of players will say, "Just leave me out there and I'll get through it."
But, in that particular situation,
it didn't look like he was going to get through it.
'The substitute is substituted
'and the Arsenal supporters get to their feet and applaud.'
The crowd were booing him so badly,
but he's such a positive guy,
he thought they were just shouting his name.
"Booo-e, E-booo-e. E-booo-e."
You know, for him, he still had a great game.
# It's a hard-knock life for us.
He's a good player, at the end of the day.
I think you see Arsene Wenger's managerial awareness, you know,
the nous that he's got to bring an individual back from the brink.
And put them back in and we've seen the benefit of that.
He is a great player.
'And in! And it's Emmanuel Eboue.'
Your second coming's always better
than your first, and I think that's definitely a story for Eboue.
You'll never guess. I've only gone and done a poll.
-Really? Who won?
I asked the viewers at home
for their favourite ever Premiership moment.
-And they, lo and behold, chose you.
-I'm the winner?
Well, you could say that.
Or you could say that football and the viewers at home,
they're the real winners. Have a look at this.
Martin O'Neill once said to Robbie, "You lack only one thing."
And Robbie said, "Well, what is it?" And he said, "It's talent."
But that's him, innit? If everyone was the same in football, it'd be so boring, you know...
you have your good players, you have your bad players,
you have your Ronaldos, you have your Robbie Savages, don't you? It's just the way it is.
# If you're gonna be dumb You gotta be tough... #
Love him or loathe him,
Robbie Savage was a modern day pantomime villain
of the Premier League, and a master at winding up the opposition.
It was brilliant, I thrived off it, I loved being booed
when away from home and at home at times.
-But that was me.
-He was quite accident prone as well, wasn't he?
So he's a bit of a comedy character.
But against Newcastle United in 2003,
the joke was definitely on him.
There was an incident when Matt Messias actually awarded a free kick.
And, as his arm came out to give the signal,
he smacked Savage straight in the face.
# Boom, boom, boom Gotta get that boom, boom, boom... #
I like Savage, I think he's a bit of a character,
but I can see why, ref just thought, "Have a bit of that."
It just goes to show, he's not really hard man.
To get knocked out by a referee,
well, says it all, doesn't it? Pretty embarrassing.
'Jamie Clapham and the referee saw the funny side of it.'
Matt Messias giving me the forearm smash, I think every ref, really,
around the country, was celebrating with a glass of vino.
'Well, he's not every referee's cup of tea, Robbie Savage,
'but that's a new one on me.'
It's difficult to love Robbie,
but you don't need to love him
because he loves himself enough to make up for the rest of the world.
I'd describe myself as a very modest man. I'm insecure, quite quiet.
On the field, I was a bit of an egg, to be fair,
but, off it, I'm just a normal, down to earth guy.
So there you have it, Robbie Savage is just a normal,
down to earth type of guy.
And that's official.
Football loves to immortalise its greats.
At Man United you have the Holy Trinity, Charlton, Best and Law.
And at Arsenal you have the legends of Adams and Henry.
And at Fulham, well, the choice is endless.
OK, now we're going to see this spectacle, please.
But who could it be?
Bobby Robson. Yeah, you could've took your pick, couldn't you?
Not Michael Jackson.
Michael Jackson, that famous central midfield legend. # He-he. #
That guy is as synonymous with football as 50 Cent is with snooker.
Yup, on 3rd April 2011, Mohammed Al-Fayed, owner of Fulham,
had a massive erection of Michael Jackson unveiled at Craven Cottage.
"I've got that much money, I know what I'm going to do,
"I'm going to build a 30-foot statue of Michael Jackson."
Sound, mate, yeah.
It's so life-like too.
I thought he was there, I started to go, "Michael!"
And then I realised it's a BLEEP statue.
Michael Jackson's love affair with Fulham is legendary. Right?
# I just can't stop loving you... #
He only ever went there once.
I think it was, like, a Wigan game in 1999.
And he was so excited about it.
Who wouldn't be? It's Wigan.
He's walking round the pitch with his umbrella
and I think the majority of the fans who were there that day
didn't think it was really him.
He loved football.
And I have great admiration of him as an artist.
So of all the legends of Fulham, they erect a statue of a man
who spent a total of 28 seconds on the pitch.
I can't really work Mohammed Al-Fayed out
because he looks like an excited kid at the unveiling,
but, yet, he knew the reaction from the fans was complete outrage.
So the fans didn't like it, but they didn't blame on the sunshine.
They didn't blame it on the moonlight.
They didn't blame it on the good times.
They blamed it on the fogey.
What can I do?
Yeah, they go on to become the greatest club
in Premier League history,
but back in '92/'93, Man United hadn't won a sausage in 26 years.
'Manchester United are in trouble.'
They're a goal behind to Sheffield Wednesday at Old Trafford,
they basically need to win or the momentum's going out
of their title chase.
Second in the league with six games to go, time was running out.
'Bruce. It's in!'
Steve Bruce equalises, but, on the 90th minute,
the football world witnessed a brand new phenomena.
A pivotal moment that would change the face of the game for ever.
'Now, there can't be much more of this stoppage time left.'
Oh, yes, there can.
Cos this was the birth of...
There's normal time and then there's Fergie Time.
Fergie Time which is just the time you have to add on
at Old Trafford to make sure they don't lose.
# We have all the time in the world... #
It's like the third parallel and it exists independently
of Greenwich Mean Time or Chico Time or tea time.
If it was three minutes, Sir Alex gets four.
If it's four minutes, Sir Alex gets five.
If it's seven minutes, Sir Alex gets eight.
The dawning of Fergie Time was upon us.
90 minutes was up and the game played on and on.
And on and on and on a bit more.
Time would just keep ticking on, ticking on, ticking on.
The fans would think, "Here we go again,
"we're going to get this close and blow it."
It was the 98th minute and Fergie Time was about to pay dividends.
'Can you believe that?'
I know, eight minutes, huh?
Fergie's celebration, the last time I saw his legs move.
He had a go at me for my celebrations and then he goes
and does that. It's ridiculous.
We've all been excited. But they crossed the line when they turned it into Dirty Dancing.
MUSIC: "The Time of My Life" by Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes
That was it. United went on to win their first of 12 Premier League titles.
Whilst Fergie is building a time machine to make sure that dance never happened.
Calm down, calm down!
Here's number 42.
Scousers are well-known for their sense of humour.
They love a good laugh.
I'm not sure about him.
But in April, 2000, half of the city were left feeling decidedly blue,
when they witnessed the most bizarre finish to a Merseyside Derby ever.
I was delighted. The game had gone extremely well.
It was nil-nil, and time was up. The goalkeeper, Westerveld, had the ball.
'This might just be it.'
And then it all came down to the very last kick of the match.
As I glanced at my watch,
just about to blow the whistle,
I looked back and the ball is going over Westerveld's head.
It's hit Don Hutchison and going into the net.
I panic and blow my whistle. Time's up.
'He's been surrounded by Everton players.'
They do blow the whistle as soon as the ball's been kicked sometimes.
It's a killer, innit?
'Whether the referee had blown the final whistle before the ball crossed the line, I don't know.
'He's the only man who knows that.'
I thought I'd blown the whistle before it entered the net.
The footage afterwards questioned that.
But did you get it wrong, Graham?
'So it ends with real controversy in the final second.'
What are you doing to me? Big Evertonian.
You ruin that for me. We hardly ever win derbies.
Do us a favour! At least say sorry.
Everton-Liverpool, the Don Hutchison goal.
All I can say is I got it wrong. Sorry, Don.
'But this isn't the worst decision you'll ever see.
'No. That one's coming up later.'
Of course your glory days were at Manchester United, right?
Not really. I wasn't good enough and they let me go.
Still, you were part of that team with Giggsy, Becks,
the Nevilles and Scholesy
and of course, the aptly-named Nicky Butt.
Were you ever at Tottenham?
No, but I could have been if I'd wanted to.
Yeah, well probably the only lucky break they had.
You not joining them.
Spurs were so far ahead of Arsenal.
They were nailed-on for third.
At one point during that season,
people were talking about them as potential Premier League champions.
It's 1.30pm on the 26th February, 2012.
Sitting third in the table, looking forward to Champions League football
next season, things couldn't have been much better for Tottenham.
Tottenham came into that game against Arsenal
ten points clear.
Then, at 1.34pm, it did get better.
'Saha with a deflected shot...
'..which creeps in and Spurs have a lead inside four minutes.'
And then at 2.04 pm, it got mental.
'It's Emmanuel Adebayor.
'That merely increases Arsenal's pain.'
I remember thinking, "What's goin' on here?
"We're two-nil down!"
Everything's cushti. Looks like it's going to be a 13-point
lead over Arsenal.
Game over, surely.
But, then again - if anyone can rip bizarre stuff from the jaws of triumph,
and what happened next was truly extraordinary.
'Fantastic - curls one!'
'And Walcott makes it 4-2!
'Here's Walcott again.
'There's no flag.
'And Walcott makes it five!
No, this is not a joke.
This really happened,
and it won't be the last time Spurs mess it up, either.
The whole season changed for Spurs
with that defeat.
Suddenly, the whole thing just fell apart.
From that game, Tottenham had a dreadful finish to the season.
So dreadful that arch enemies Arsenal caught then up and finished above them.
At least Spurs had a Champions League spot.
Oh, no - of course they.. erm, well at least Harry got the England job.
I'm going for the chance to the manager of England,
-and I'll be looking forward to it.
-Ouch, Harry. That's got to hurt.
At least you'll win the League next year with Spurs... Oh!
So from going possibly Champions League Football,
looked like they would finish third in the Premier League,
to him probably getting the England job
to having nothing just goes to show -
people say a week's a long time in football.
24 hours can be even longer sometimes.
Redknapp has since regretted having his
smash-the-mirrors-over-black-cats -under-ladders theme party
last Friday 13th.
Coming up, tragedy...
'My word! Oh, what an embarrassment!'
It's like the footballing equivalent
to Del Boy falling through the bar.
'Dear, oh dear.'
..and pure fantasy.
'He's off his line! Oh!
'That was absolutely phenomenal!'
He was a top-drawer player, Ronnie,
but there's only one thing he'll ever be remembered for, I'm afraid.
September 19th, 1992.
The Premier League had only been alive one month,
and was about to witness a monstrosity
so grotesque it's still talked about
20 years later.
It was unbelievable.
'Liverpool must be missing the presence of people like Ian Rush.'
But at least they have Ronny Rosenthal.
He were like the best player ever. "Oh my God, who's this dude?"
Like God and he's really Pele,
until Aston Villa.
But if you are of a nervous disposition, look away now.
This is horrific.
He gets past the last defender and the keeper
and he's not even at the side of the goal,
he's right bang-on in the middle
of an open goal.
It was so wide-open.
I think it shocked him.
He was going, "Whoa! I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!"
'Rosenthal's going to score!'¬
Oh yes, he is...n't.
'Oh, he's hit the bar!'
'What a let-off for Villa, and what a miss by Rosenthal.'
I love re-runs of Rosenthal's miss more than anything else in the world.
It is harder to miss than to score it.
I've never missed a goal like that.
"Yeah - you are rubbish, after all."
But that could be stripey ball.
'Oh, hands on hips.'
That's probably how good a player he was. he could hit the bar from six yards
with a moving ball, whereas no-one else could do that.
If he had tried that shot 100,000 times,
he would probably only have made it, like, 3,000.
But that's still pretty good.
MUSIC: "Cannonball" by the Breeders
The funny thing about the miss is he thought he had scored.
He turned away to celebrate, which made it even worse.
Ronny Rosenthal scored one of the best hat-tricks I've ever seen,
and still we never talk about that.
We just talk about that goal, that miss.
Poor old Ronny.
For me it was also a big shock.
Don't worry, Ronny. Your miss was horrible, but watch out later.
There's one even worse!
Relegation. Football's own terminal illness.
Nothing can cure it, of course, apart from the sweet, sweet taste
Nothing's as bad as relegation.
I can think of something.
Being relegated three different times with three different clubs -
-It was two, idiot.
"Idiot"? - there's no need for that, is there?
We've all tried to throw a sickie from work.
But not the entire office
on the same day.
But that's exactly what Middlesbrough tried
all the way back in 1996.
They were struck down by an illness in the middle of winter,
and the asked the Premier League if they could replay a league game.
But the Premier League weren't having any of it.
Middlesbrough had 23 sickies
on the eve of their fixture against Blackburn.
They took the unprecedented step
of pulling out.
I've done some blags in me time -
"Can't come to school, me grandad's ate the dog",
but you can't, two days before a match,
say, "We've got 23 injuries."
You can name three.
"I've hurt me ankle, I've twisted me knee,
"and me boots are broken."
They were docked three points
for not fielding a team.
Which Middlesbrough appealed.
'Bryan Robson, the manager, wants his club's three points back.'
But he didn't get 'em.
You've got reserves, youth team players.
Had they played the game and just lost,
it wouldn't have been a problem.
But to just call a game off,
straight, is unheard of.
Still, manager Bryan Robson was in good spirits, though.
No more, OK? No more.
I think we sort of felt the game would be replayed.
Middlesbrough would get a fine
and that would be it.
Fast-forward to the last game of the season, and the three point deduction
meant they needed to win against Leeds to stay up.
'That is it. Brian Deane scores for Leeds United.'
But despite them all turning up on the day,
all they could muster was a draw.
That sickie back in December had come back to haunt them.
'Robson must accept that
'is the end for his plucky side.'
Middlesbrough fans were as sick as... a Middlesbrough player.
Just look at their sad little faces.
So next time you're thinking of throwing a sickie,
have a Lemsip and man-up.
What happened to me, I think brought the football world together.
On the 17th March, 2012,
Bolton's Fabrice Muamba brought football to a standstill.
I'd never seen CPR carried out on a football pitch before.
What happened to fabrice is one of the most shocking moments
in modern day football.
I realised this was a serious incident
and that point decided I should go and try and help.
For Andrew to come out the stand as a Tottenham supporter,
a senor cardiologist to be there
to help in that process,
it was amazing.
The 23-year-old had a cardiac arrest
on the pitch at White Hart Lane
in the game against Spurs.
From the moment he collapsed on the pitch to us finally
getting his heart to produce some output,
was 78 minutes in all.
He was rushed to hospital,
and over the course of the following days,
Fabrice did something remarkable. He brought football together in an unprecedented show of unity.
In true Bolton style, Fabrice is going to fight against the odds,
and come through, hopefully.
When we knew the amount of people that had Fabrice in their thoughts
that were praying globally,
there was a unity which was incredible.
You can completely understand why it did unite so many people.
Because it was a horrific event.
Nobody ever wants to see that.
Four days after he suffered a cardiac arrest,
Fabrice Muamba remains in intensive care.
But doctors say his progress
In these circumstances,
a significant proportion of people
wouldn't make it,
but thank goodness Fabrice did.
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE
Muamba made an incredible recovery,
and on May 2nd,
less than two months after the incident, he came back to Bolton,
for one of the most heartfelt moments in football history.
It was amazing to see him come back.
It was a moment I think the whole world was brought together.
Not just the football, but everybody was touched in different ways.
Ever since then, I'm just grateful.
Robbie, you know your old team, David Dunn,
from Blackburn and Birmingham?
How did he pronounce his name again?
Dunn. David Dunn.
That's a double N, but you only pronounce the first N.
It's like the second B in "Robbie".
So it's not David "Dumb", then?
No. Dunn like "nn, nn". "Dunn".
Robbie, it's a joke for this next link.
You've ruined it now.
-It's not "Dumb".
Well it's done and dumb. Here's David Dunn.
The rabona. Perhaps the most beautiful, yet gloriously-impossible move in football.
Executed by only the most skilled artistes of the game.
And this fella.
'Here's David Dunn.
'Ah. Dear, oh, dear.'
David Dunn, bless him.
He tries a messy-esque move, doesn't he?
But it's David Dunn and it doesn't work for him.
Not only does he miss the ball,
but to knock yourself down,
it's just brilliant!
It's like the footballing equivalent of Del Boy
falling through the bar.
What on earth was going through his mind?
"It's nice weather out there. Oh, look at that girl.
"Wow, a butterfly..
"WHOA! WHAT AM I DOING?!"
I think you can only ever try a piece of skill like that
if you're Brazilian.
Not if you're David Dunn.
'Good job his manager's laughing.'
This is a lesson in how to reduce your transfer value
from five million to five pence in one second.
Could Dunn have been the English Ronaldo?
At 36, we have the Toon Army,
hosting the Gunners for a traditional, straight-forward Arsenal victory. Right?
Walcott scored one of the fastest goals ever.
'Arsenal have scored after 40 seconds!'
After just three minutes, Arsenal score again!
'The header is in - it's two!'
'Walcott's pulled back. It's three - it's van Persie.
'We haven't played ten minutes yet.'
The game looked over before it had even begun.
I thought it was going to be double figures.
They were absolutely hammering us.
'Cross - it's four!"
t could have been six, even been eight.
The game was dead.
'Arsenal have probably spent more time celebrating goals in this game
'than Newcastle have had in possession.
'They're not going for a pie, I don't think - they're going home.
You don't expect things to go wrong from there.
Come on, wake up, Chipmunk.
Newcastle must have that awful feeling the heavens are about to open on them.
And the goals might pour in.
But the footballing Gods had other ideas
and early in the second half the Gunners went down to ten men.
I started to get a bit more confidence back after Diaby got sent off,
cos you thought, "At least we can make it respectable."
And a penalty in the 68th minute gave Newcastle the chance
to salvage a little bit of pride.
-'Not much of a run-up, but scores.'
-And then one quickly became two.
'Best at the back post. Best again...he's done it!'
Is two goals enough? This fella wants two more.
You actually sensed that once Newcastle got one and two
that this comeback could be on.
-'He's given a penalty!'
-You think if you get back to 4-3, it's a miracle.
'It's 3-4! Unbelievable!'
Come on, Toon! This cheeky chap wants another one, and as they say,
all good things come to good men... and Joey Barton.
'They've got seven minutes to score one more.'
With the end of the game in sight, Newcastle got a freekick on the edge of the box.
Joey Barton whipped in a freekick but it got cleared by an Arsenal defender.
It kind of looks like it's happening in slow motion.
'Tiote. Great strike... Goal! It's an absolutely fantastic goal!'
Newcastle and St James' Park went wild and, of course, Arsene Wenger never saw it.
So not only are you elated that you've got a point and a draw,
it was such a high to end on such a brilliant goal.
'This game is going down in premier League history.'
So what did Wenger make of it all?
-My opinion is not important.
-Come on, Arsene, what do you really think?
My opinion is not important.
Ah, fair enough.
In the game of Top Trumps - Football's Biggest Losers,
one name rules supreme.
-Yeah, who'd have one of those?!
-Close but no cigar.
I'm talking, of course, of the idiot gift that kept on giving.
Ladies and gentlemen, Mr Peter Enckelman.
Now, that's what you call handling, Robbie.
It's time to head off to get another Brummie derby for more classic,
What have those funsters got in store for us this time?
Some of the most special games are derby games.
I was lucky enough to referee most of them
and Birmingham-Villa was another key game.
Birmingham were leading 1-0 after 30 minutes,
but then rather than equalise,
the Villa jokers decided to delight the crowd
with some classic comedy gold.
There was a throw-in taken back to him
and he appeared to just lift his foot.
'Oh, my word! Oh, what an embarrassment!
'I do not believe it.
'We have seen one the craziest goals ever!'
One half of Birmingham goes absolutely insane.
And Villa fans go home looking for the pillow to hide under.
It's pretty much what would happen if my mum was in goal.
-It's absolutely incredible.
Well, probably as bad with his hands, never mind his feet!
David Elleray was refereeing and some how had seen this very slight touch.
'If it did come off the goalkeeper's foot, then obviously,
'the goal should stand,
'but if it didn't, it should have been disallowed.'
But with every comedy crowd, you'll always get the idiot hecklers.
'What the stewards were doing to allow those idiots on the pitch I'll never know.'
If that happened to me I'd have to rugby tackle that fan.
He's getting it. The fan's getting it.
I don't care how big he is, he's getting it.
This is a tale of one Russian, one Dane
and one goal worth one billion pounds.
The Chelsea-Liverpool game at the end of that season was a game
that changed the history of the Premiership.
Back in 2003, Chelsea weren't the team that most of us know and hate today.
They were in serious financial trouble.
What a lot of Chelsea fans don't know is that it was very possible
that Chelsea would have gone into administration.
On the last day of the season, Chelsea were playing Liverpool.
The final Champions League place would go to the winner, so the stakes couldn't be higher.
Trevor Birch, who was the chief executive,
went into the changing room before the game, and said to the players,
"If we don't get into the Champions League and get access to that big pot of gold,
"the club is in dire straits."
And hovering above London at that very moment was a rich Russian, on a mission to buy a football club.
Abramovich was looking around,
and he was either going to go for Spurs or Chelsea.
There were rumours that he'd looked at buying Tottenham Hotspur,
but Tottenham Hotspur weren't close to the Champions League at that point.
The game was at 1-1. With 26 minutes gone, up steps Danish maestro, Jesper Gronkjaer,
with a moment that changed Chelsea Football Club for ever.
'Gronkjaer, who's been peripheral so far, but not now!
'Oh! What about that! Jesper Gronkjaer! 2-1 Chelsea!
'Amazing moment at Stamford Bridge.'
It's impossible to overestimate the importance of that result,
and for that reason, Jesper Gronkjaer is a folk hero
within the history of Chelsea Football Club.
'Jesper Gronkjaer has Chelsea on their way to the Champions League.'
So, because of that goal, Roman Abramovich bought them for 140 million,
and Chelsea became for ever known as Chelksi.
That's why they call Jesper Gronkjaer's goal the one billion pound goal.
At number 33 is a tale of two Spurs players, who in 1997
were quite literally caught with their pants down at St James's Park.
You know, half time came and we went in, and, um,
manager gave his team talk and I went "I got to go to the toilet."
So I went off to the toilet.
I went to the toilet, Les went to the toilet,
cubicles next to each other.
I think we might have been talking,
I can't remember exactly what happened.
We were in the toilet, and we're discussing about what we needed to do.
Everyone does what they want to do, you know, you sit down, you relax a bit, you know.
# I fell in to a burning ring of fire... #
So we're talking, and we're talking ages, and I went,
"Foxy - sounds a bit quiet in the changing rooms."
He went... I can't say what he said, but he said,
"Yeah, it does sound a bit quiet."
Went down, as we're going down the tunnel we see the game going on, like.
'Newcastle kick off the second half, but I don't know if the players are aware...'
I said, "Les, I think they've kicked off."
So the walk turned into a jog, got to the edge of the pitch,
and we were standing there, saying, "Referee, we're two players short!"
But the referee was in a hurry to get the game started
so he could get back to his 1970s referee fancy dress party.
We come up the stairs onto the pitch, and obviously the supporters gave us a big cheer and stuff,
and it was just one of those mad, mad situations, like,
the referee had started the game with nine men.
I mean, I've never heard anything like it before or since.
To start a game with nine players because two of them are in the khazi,
um, it's not exactly professional, is it?
In the second half, Newcastle let rip.
-They won the game and Spurs were left down in the dumps(!)
Hey Robbie, let's play a game of word association.
-Here's one for you -
-MAKES SEAGULL NOISES
Well done. Good, good, good. OK - Va-va-voom!
-Well, there's no fooling you, mister. OK.
-COMEDY SOUND EFFECT:
Well, that is a sound that follows this buffoon around.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mr OG himself, Michael Proctor.
'The supporters here have seen fewer goals this season than
'any other crowd in English league football.'
On the first of February 2003,
and with just 16 goals in 25 games, things were about to change
as Sunderland managed to score a unique hat-trick in one match.
But unfortunately, it wasn't quite as good as it sounds.
'Mark Fish...Deflected and in!'
As a defender, I can defend an own goal,
cos I've scored a couple in my time.
'And that sums up Sunderland's luck right now.'
It's hard enough to keep a clean sheets without banging in goals against yourselves.
You might think one own goal's funny,
but two is definitely no laughing matter.
'Oh! It's another own goal! Michael Proctor. Twice in three minutes.'
He actually looks like he shoots, as well. He picks his leg up and looks like he shoots.
So I don't know what he's doing, then.
'You're next-to-bottom in the league, you can't find a win or a goal,
'well, Sunderland have scored twice, both in their own net.'
What's the manager thinking? He must be just spewing.
Things got so bad that even the Charlton manager could hardly bear to watch.
'Four making the run.
'Oh! It's gone in again!'
Three own goals in one game? That's quite an achievement.
'A hat-trick of own goals in seven unbelievable minutes.
'Michael Procter turned his back, and it bounced off him into the net.'
Michael Procter. Gutted.
'It's the first time this season that Sunderland have scored three in a game.'
You know you're a bad team when you score three own goals in one game
and there's no question of match fixing whatsoever.
"Three own goals in eight minutes? Who was playing?" "Sunderland."
"Yep, that sounds about right."
It's hard to imagine a time before Premier League genius David Beckham,
but let's hear from the man who taught him everything he knows.
Becks was probably the hardest worker in training.
Would stay after training, practise free kicks, practise his passing.
A fantastic talent.
And at number 31 is the amazing moment
that thrust the 21-year-old onto the world stage.
It was kind of the arrival of David Beckham in the footballing world,
and from that point onwards, it was Beckham world, you know?
It was the opening game of the season at Wimbledon, in 1996,
and Manchester United were cruising at 2-nil,
when this happened.
'And Beckham saw Sullivan off his line...
'That is absolutely phenomenal!'
He obviously meant it. Saw the keeper off his line.
You know that the moment he saw that going in, in his head he was like,
"Oh! I want to have it off with a pop star!"
The keeper was like that, just looking, going, "Oh, that's nice.
"What's that? Oh, it's a football!"
And I think only after the ball had bounced in the keeper realised,
"Oh, yeah! That's my goal. I should've saved that."
'And that is truly outstanding.'
Imagine if he hadn't have scored, you know? What would've happened then?
Who would've married Posh? Robbie Fowler?
Who'd be doing all his endorsements?
Would you have Gary Neville selling Police sunglasses.
Phil Neville doing aftershave. "Smell like a Neville."
You know, who'd be mates with Tom Cruise and Gordon Ramsay?
Luke Chadwick? They wouldn't look right on photographs.
So, on behalf of Tom Cruise, Gordon Ramsay, Posh,
and all of those hard-working marketing executives,
we'd just like to say thanks for not screwing it up.
And David Beckham, we salute you.
Coming up, the controversial...
'The goal is given. What a bizarre incident, here.'
-He was fantastic.
-..And the ridiculous.
That strip, it just blended in with the crowd. We couldn't see each other.
'Well, Manchester United will surely be heading for a roasting in the dressing room.'
To be honest, Don, this next player reminds me a lot of myself, you know.
Except, without my work rate, my drive,
and my understanding of the game.
Yeah, and his hair wasn't as good.
I mean, he looked like a binman, for Christ's sake.
But saying that, he did have actual talent.
He could play football, unlike yourself.
In terms of ability, he's one of the best players
this country's ever produced, ever seen.
-Riddled with a touch of genius, wasn't he?
-He was fantastic.
Ladies and gentlemen, Robbie Savage. Only kidding.
At number 30, we're of course talking Le Tissier,
perhaps the most naturally gifted of all of our Premier League genii.
This was the boy from Guernsey,
who hopped over the channel to play for his nearest club,
and became the godlike genius that never moved, literally.
'...From one of the great mystery talents in the English game.'
He was at this little club, Southampton,
and it was OK to like Matt Le Tissier, and it was OK
to openly say he was everything that was great about football.
Almost a modern-day Messi, if you like,
played the game in slow-motion in his head,
and saw things that, simply, other player didn't see.
Scorer of some of the best goals in Premier League history.
Flicking free kicks up and then volleying them.
You know, it's just something you didn't do, but he was happy to try it.
Anything he touched, it was like... In the back of the net.
'Danger not over. Le Tissier!'
Could do anything with a football, but he was no fancy Dan prima donna.
No. He was just like you and me.
He didn't work hard. You know, he had no intention of chasing back.
He's the only player who can play football
without actually ever moving. Science fact.
The manager used to shout at him, "Matt, warm up, you're coming off."
You know, that's how much he used to run around.
I like the fact he just looked like a fan
who'd wandered down from the stands,
but was just the most beautifully talented player.
So, Le Tissier was perfect. Or was he?
Because I'm, I'm not so sure. Oh, yes. I know stuff...
-His penalty record - calmness under pressure.
-Or was it?
-He had a great strike, he could put the ball where he wanted to.
-Or could he?
-To score 47 out of 48 penalties...
-Sorry, say that again.
To score 47 out of 48 penalties is unbelievable.
Well, he missed one, then. And this is it,
the amazing moment that Matthew Le Tissier became a mere mortal.
Not so perfect, is he?
He must lie in bed at night thinking,
"I scored every single penalty I took in my career...
"..apart from one. Does that mean my career was a failure?"
I can't say. You'd have to ask him.
There are some things you should alway remember to take to a football match.
Players - check. Manager - check.
Team bus - check. Packed lunch - check.
Hair dryer - check. Kit - oh, no. Oops.
So Chelsea play Coventry, and somehow managed to forget their kits.
Yes, believe it or not, in 1997,
Premier League giants Chelsea forgot their shirts.
I think they should've been made to do it in their pants,
that's what we did in school. That's how you learn a lesson.
Forget your kit? Get your kit or play naked.
Not wishing to see Gianfranco Zola and Roberto Di Matteo's tackle,
Coventry kindly leant them some spares.
It became even harder to tell them apart,
as Chelsea began to play LIKE Coventry, too.
Reminded me of when you go round a friend's house and stay over,
and you'll go, "Have you got a top or something I can wear?"
And they'll go, "Oh..." They won't ever give you anything nice.
And that must've been how they all felt.
Still, at least one of the Coventrys won.
So everyone went home happy that day. Apart from the Chelsea kit man.
Rumour has it he was sent to Coventry. Again. Poor chap.
what was the British transfer record before the Premier League began?
That'd be Gazza, 5.5 million, from Spurs to Lazio.
Cor! And how much did Ronaldo go for?
-80 million big ones.
-80 million big ones. Phew-ee!
How many Robbie Savages could you buy for 80 million?
80, or even 800?
Seriously, I haven't agreed to do this to be the butt of your jokes.
-All right, I'm just saying. We're friends...
All right. Just trying to have some fun.
Back to United, then.
Imagine you're the manager of the most successful team
in the Premier League, and Real Madrid want to buy your best player.
You'd be joyous, right?
Absolutely no chance. Jesus Christ. I wouldn't sell them a virus.
This man's not for turning. But doesn't every player have his price?
And when you're the world's second-best,
you know it's going to be high.
Apparently in an interview, Messi was asked,
"What do you think about Ronaldo saying he's sent from God?"
And Messi said, "I never sent him."
This semi-godlike footballer is apparently worth 80 million pounds.
I've never seen a more impressive male specimen in my life.
Steady on, Hobbit guy.
OK, admittedly he's a bit of a dish, but 80 million quid,
for a footballer?
How do you put a price like that on a footballer? It's ridiculous.
Ridiculous maybe, but in 2009, that's what Real Madrid coughed up
to snatch Ronaldo away from Manchester United.
Estoy muy feliz de estar aqui.
If I'm the manager of Real Madrid, I'd buy him for 80 million quid.
OK, so 80 million might seem a lot for one footballer,
but he did come with loads of accessories.
'Cristiano Ronaldo has scored yet again.'
His goal against Portsmouth, his free kick.
This technique where he can bring it up and down
in a really strange dipping motion.
He almost, like, stabs at the ball with so much power.
It's like a cannonball into the top right hand corner.
'It gets even better for Cristiano Ronaldo.'
The reaction from David James is amazing. He just goes...
"What am I going to do?
"What do you expect me to do with a shot like that?"
I'd spend 81 million on him,
like, cash out of my own pocket.
I do think he's worth 16 times more than me.
One, because of his looks, and two,
because of the way he plays football.
I was 900,000, round it out to a million.
He's not 80 times better than me.
Carlos Tevez, one of the best Argentinian gifts since Maradona and steak.
He was a full international at 19,
with an estimated transfer tag of a staggering 40 million pounds.
No wonder he signed for West Ham.
It was a big shock, West Ham signing these two major Argentine internationals.
Yes, it was a deal so shocking, even the manager was surprised.
Let's be honest, it is intriguing. It's intriguing to me.
But, to be honest, I don't care.
All right, Alan - keep your lovely, shiny, silver hair on.
Pardew's standing there thinking, "Wow, Christmas has come early."
And Tevez and Mascherano are thinking, "What the hell are we doing here?"
Carlos cemented himself into West Ham folklore
on the 14th of May 2007.
It was the last game of the season, and they went to Old Trafford,
desperately needing a win to stay up.
It was amazing. I was at Old Trafford,
and I think that was probably one of the best moments of my life.
'In goes Tevez... Goal!
'For West Ham United! He's done it again, the little fella!'
This was the incredible moment that saved West Ham from relegation.
But this is Carlos Tevez.
Surely controversy was only round the corner.
And needless to say, it was.
There was a hullabaloo about Tevez's eligibility to play,
and relegated Sheffield United were up in arms.
It was some law about third party ownership, or something.
Anyone tried to ask me to explain that, I wouldn't have a clue.
Me neither, Liz.
It was a situation so complicated that no-one understood it.
Well, apart from one man - take it away, Jimmy.
End of the day, there's rules there.
If you've not broke them, you know, play. You know?
That's how I see it.
Thanks, Jimmy. Sums it up nicely, there. So it all got settled.
West Ham were ordered to compensate Sheffield United
a reported £20 million,
and Tevez vowed to live on the rest of his life free of controversy.
Yeah, I mean, Big Ron's a good friend of mine. Big Ron Atkinson.
What a great guy.
Taught me the ropes, when I was first coming up through the ranks.
A real straight shooter.
-What a top, top...
-Yeah, yeah, shall we move on?
Well, I'm just talking about Ron. I mean, you should've been at his 60th birthday party.
He had the works. Big, old hog roast.
I mean, there wasn't much of a turnout.
None of the old football gang were there.
-A real shame. What a real, real...
-Seriously! Let's move on.
All right. No problem.
Anyone fancy a game of tummy sticks?
In January 1999 Nottingham Forest were bottom of the league,
so turned to one of football's most flamboyant and perma-tanned characters,
who flew in from Barbados to save the day.
Here at number 26 is a man we all know and love as Big Ron Atkinson.
I see in the programme it says you wrote your notes
from the beach in the Caribbean.
I've got a long pen, yeah.
He were a bit of a geezer, weren't he? We loved him at Wednesday.
Well, he does look dodgy, doesn't he?
I mean, he looks like he's about to sell you a used car.
He totally does.
This was a man who had the press falling at his feet. Literally.
But his moment came as he took his place in the dugout
on his first game as manager of Nottingham Forest
when they played Arsenal.
His first game at Forest, walked out, got in the dugout,
looked round and thought,
"My God, we've got a good squad here, this can't be bad."
That's cos he was in the wrong dugout, Harry.
Looked around. "My players," sort of thing.
"What do I do? How do I get out of this gracefully?
-"Uh, hey, listen, I gotta take a
What made matters worse was this was his home debut.
It was his ground! That's bad, innit?
And you're kind of going, "We might be all right in Big Ron's hands,
"he's not the worst manager ever."
And then you turn around and watch him walk into the wrong dugout,
and think... HE GROANS
Like a British summer, Big Ron's comeback was a washout,
and Nottingham Forest were relegated.
I mean, there is literally nothing else you can do in your career
as bad as standing in the wrong dugout at the first home game.
Thank God he didn't do anything worse than that.
I can remember this game very well.
It was my last game in the season '95/'96, and I went down to the Dell
for a routine win for Man United, and unbelievably, they played dreadfully.
'It is Nielsen, and Shipperley!
They've only gone and scored a second.'
The idea you're losing to Southampton
because they're better than you is an impossible thing to comprehend.
It was 1996, and this was our old friends United.
There had to be some rational explanation.
It was as if Southampton were playing ghosts.
No, too rational. This is United.
Alex Ferguson comes out with the worst excuses.
They couldn't see each other.
I know people would laugh at that, but it was a problem.
That strip just blended into the crowd.
You couldn't see each other.
Why would you want to wear a grey kit?
Of course, the kit. It's like they were...what's that word?
MUSIC: "Invisible" by Alison Moyet
'And Southampton lead 3-0. Yes, 3-0.'
'I can scarcely believe this.
Manchester United will surely be heading for a roasting
in the dressing room.'
A roasting? Easy, fella, there's a time and a place.
We go to Southampton, we're getting beaten by three.
And the manager said right, get that kits off.
Oh, that'll be the roasting then.
But wait, who's this lot? Where have the grey lot gone?
'Here come Manchester United, and, yes, it is Manchester United,
in blue and white.'
The only time I've seen someone change their kit
midway through a game is when I was playing cricket when I was about 12
and my friend Matt pooed himself
after I made a catch that was so good that it shocked him.
The world's worst excuse meant bad news for one man in particular,
yes, you, kit manufacturer man.
That didn't do us a lot of favours at the time, bearing in mind
the huge financial loss we were about to incur.
Yes, yes, terrible shame that.
The problem is the players should want to have the best conditions
in which to win a game of football,
and they found it difficult picking each other out.
The blue kit made a world of difference.
Instead of losing 3-0, United lost 3-one.
'Well, they pulled one back.'
Every so often in football something happens that you have to see it
to believe it.
Well, exactly, and this one Robbie's seen,
but he still doesn't believe.
Robbie, are you a conspiracy theorist?
Do you believe in another life form? Who did shoot JFK?
Three times in four minutes 23 seconds, that is impressive.
There's not much you can do in four minutes and 33 seconds.
Watch a 10th of an episode of Magnum. Choose a nice hat to wear.
Start building a boat.
But in the time it takes you to do any of these things,
this 19-year-old Spice Boy, did something quite remarkable.
Robbie Fowler, I think, was the best striker of his generation.
One of the most naturally-gifted goalscorers of all time.
It was August 1994, Liverpool versus Arsenal, and Premier League legend
Fowler didn't just break a Premier League record, he annihilated it.
It didn't surprise me, the hat-trick, but the speed of it did.
MUSIC: "Can't Stop" - Red Hot Chilli Peppers.
He really announced himself with that four-minute, 33-second hat-trick,
which has never been beaten in Premier League history.
The reason he scored so quickly was because he wanted get off.
He was going down Ritzy's with the rest of the Spice Boys.
Arsenal, a team with the best defence in probably Premiership history.
And he absolutely single-handedly took them apart.
I created the third goal.
He had enough composure to control it on the by-line
and pop it in for the hat-trick.
He just wasn't scared of anyone,
because he wasn't old enough to be scared.
It's not often people have smiles on their faces and are pleased
when you say "three times in four minutes and 33 seconds."
Whatever do you mean, Charlotte?
At 23, it's Manchester United and a controversial moment.
Who'd have thunk it?
They are home, it's 2010,
and it is Hard-Luck Hotspurs on the receiving end.
'Nani trying to squeeze in behind Nani! Was he fouled?
Mark Clattenburg says no penalty.'
Nani thinks it's a penalty.
He's literally put his hand on the ball.
Gomes sees Nani putting a hand of the ball and goes, well clearly,
this is a free-kick and prepares to punt it up field.
At that point, Nani nicks the ball before Gomes gets to it,
and looks at the referee.
And the referee says, "Yes, it is fine."
Do what you wanna do, bruv.
He looked at Fergie. "Fergie? Yes? Are you ready?"
Great, and play, and they score.
-'The goal is given.'
-'What a bizarre incident here.'
' Gomes comes across and screams at the assistant here.'
The linesman actually flags for the original handball,
so there are about five different reasons
why the goal shouldn't have stood.
'This is Gomes, still carrying on the protest here.
Just have another look at this. Nani going through. His hand touches it.'
'Exactly. So Tottenham are assuming it's a free-kick.
Gomes puts it down on the floor, Nani realises it isn't a free-kick
and sticks it in the back of the net.'
'This is one of these where you really wish
you could ask the officials.'
Well, let's ask one.
For me, I think Martin got it wrong.
Thanks, Referee Graham Poll. There you go, Spurs. Consolation for you.
' Well, that is the most bizarre goal I think
I have ever seen in the Barclays Premier League.'
You have got some pretty cool tatts, my man,
that is some pretty heavy inkage.
Cheers, Dom. I got that one when I bought my first Ferrari.
I got that when I bought my house in the Bahamas
and I got that one when I made all my millions.
-Have you got any?
-Yeah, I have.
I've got a picture of Fergie on my heart,
an Arsenal crest on my right arm and a blue moon across my butt.
Tattoos, permanent homages to the things you love most in your life.
Those constants that never change, like your loved ones
and classic words of wisdom.
Take Robert Nesbitt here.
He loved Newcastle's Andy Cole so much
that he had him tattooed on his thigh.
It's a strange place to have a tattoo, as a man, on your thigh.
Hey, fellas, have you seen my tattoo?
Let me just take my entire bottom half off.
But the location of the tattoo was unfortunately
the least of his troubles.
Two days later, literally 48 hours,
Andy Cole moves to Manchester United.
I was devastated. I didn't believe it. He's a star, isn't he?
Tattoos are a risky business at the best of times.
To have any footballer who is currently still playing the game
is a bit silly.
Yes, this was the most amazingly ill-conceived tattoo
in the history of the Premier League.
I'd be distraught.
I probably wouldn't even go for laser, I'd want to scratch it off.
I wonder what he's done.
He could remove his upper leg, or, as a very last resort, change team.
Apparently he has had it covered over now with a tattoo of his own leg,
which I think works.
'Paolo Di Canio has scored a beauty here!
What a magnificent goal by the Italian.'
He was a bit like Eric Cantona, an Italian Cantona.
Another Premier League genius, Paolo Di Canio,
is capable of moments like that - when things are going his way.
If you upset Paulo, he's a nightmare.
And against Bradford in 2000, he got upset.
'Threads his way into the area, and goes down. No penalty.'
The ref was just not having a bit of Paolo.
He wasn't giving anything.
'What a piece of skill, and he's now through two of them.
It's a goal kick.
Past Lawrence. Onto the right foot. Onto the left. Pulled over!
That has to be a penalty!'
West Ham are 4-2 down, and after being denied
a penalty for the third time, Paolo Di got very upset.
De Canio turned round to Redknapp and said, "Take me off".
When the bench ignored him, he had a strop and sat down on the floor.
He's a baby. And with them, you have to encourage them.
So do Canio is having a sulk and doesn't want to play any more.
But what happened next was truly amazing.
You hear about people fans turning round games,
and they are the 12th man,
we felt like that because we started singing.
# Paolo Di Canio!
His ego rises from his waist up to his chest a little bit,
and starts filling his heart up again.
It was like Superman.
CROWD: # Paolo Di Canio! Paolo Di Canio!
MUSIC: "Theme from Superman " - John Williams Orchestra
You almost felt like the kryptonite had fallen
from Di Canio's neck and he was going to turn the game round.
And he did. He was amazing.
In one incredible moment, the crowd had transformed
Paulo Di Canio from sulking baby to man on a mission.
And nobody was going to get in his way.
Not even his own team-mates.
'I've never seen this before.
They are arguing over who will take the penalty.'
It's 4-3. Is di Canio inspiring a dramatic comeback?
And is this another rhetorical question?
It was the Paolo di Canio show, really.
I think even Harry called it something like Roy of the Rovers.
-What a save!
Di Canio, Lampard, on the left. He's done it.
Amazing. One crowd-chanting moment had inspired the Incredible Sulk
to lead West Ham's most unbelievable comeback.
Typical of Paulo. All he needs is a bit of love.
-Coming up, the bizarre.
-They're trying something here.
It's a complete shambles.
-Mark Hughes is furious.
-And the outrageous.
-What an error! Surely that crossed the line.
Pedro Mendes still can't believe it.
When most people thing of Blackburn,
they think of my Uncle Merton's canal boat,
the Pendlebury roundabout and holes - loads of holes.
The Premier league champions?! Don't be a daft ha'porth.
Once upon a time, 1995, to be exact, football witnessed what can
only be describes as its own Lancashire fairytale.
Blackburn hadn't won the title for over 80 years.
In fact, the last time they won it, King George V was on the throne,
Charlie Chaplin made his first film and Madonna was born.
Then suddenly Jack Walker came in with his millions
and suddenly were contenders from day one in the Premiership.
Two points ahead of Man United on the final day,
all they had to do was win their last game and they'd win the league.
Blackburn were going to Liverpool, Man United coming to West Ham...
Anything for Liverpool fans that can stop Manchester United winning
the title is a good thing.
Naturally, it was all going to plan - Blackburn take the lead.
Good ball. Alan Shearer. Magnificently done.
-Just when it was needed most.
-But someone hadn't read the script.
Liverpool weren't supposed to equalise.
Oh, John Barnes. Kenny Dalglish is going to be utterly furious.
I didn't score many towards the end of my career so I think
I gave a bit of a celebration until I remembered what it meant.
-The disaster, Liverpool weren't meant to score again.
-Oh, my God!
Blackburn were losing. Kenny's title hopes were teetering On the brink.
We didn't expect Liverpool to do us
any favours, they end up going in front.
Blackburn just had to pray United didn't win at West Ham.
Alistair with the flick-off. It's Cole.
We just couldn't score.
The amount of chances we created had clearances off the line.
The keeper made so many world-class saves, it was unbelievable.
Maybe you should bring on Baby Becks, eh, Fergie?
We had so many chances to win it
and couldn't put the ball in the back of the net.
Back at Ewood Park, the whistle's gone
and the news slowly filters through of the United result.
Even Kenny doesn't know.
Did you see the faces of the fans getting beat at Liverpool?
Suddenly they're in tears.
They think Man United will win at West Ham.
Then the result comes through from Upton Park it's been a draw.
You see Kenny on the touch-line jumping for joy.
The fans suddenly...
It was a great day and it was a special day
in my opinion in the history of English football.
Man United could not win. Blackburn Rovers are champions.
Sometimes it's written in the stars and you're not meant to win it.
It couldn't have worked out any better.
A true Lancashire fairytale - Blackburn were champions.
Unfortunately, it didn't last.
They were relegated a few seasons alter.
It may take them another 80 years to win it again.
If they're lucky.
Fernando Torres was a sensation for Liverpool.
Everybody at Liverpool took him to their heart.
Fernando Torres was one of Liverpool's best signings,
scoring 65 goals in just 102 games.
That is brilliant.
A team would have to rob a bank to get a legend like that.
When Chelsea paid a Premier League record of 350 million for Torres,
they were surely onto a winner.
Imagine them in the board meeting going,
Abramowitz going, "50 million," and everyone going...
"Don't say anything."
# It's not about the money, money, money... #
At that price, he was surely going to be a huge success, wasn't he?
His first half season,
I think he got more yellow cards than he did league goals.
With a record that not even a mascot could be proud of,
Torres had to do something special to turn his season around.
And what better place to prove himself
than at Old Trafford against the might of Manchester United.
Torres looking really sharp through out the game.
Man United are lucky to in front.
-He does a brilliant step over, the confidence is back.
Come on, boy. You're back!
This was his moment, his chance for salvation at last. This was it.
He's going to score and...oh, my word.
That caps the lot.
It was like God had said, let's give Chelsea some hope.
No, let's take it away.
-That was an open empty goal.
-At least one man was happy.
For me, it was also a big shock.
We've witnessed some amazing comebacks from the dead.
Dirty Den, Bobby Ewing and of course Harold Bishop.
As remarkable as these were, nothing was quite as dramatic as the one
that took place at White Heart Lane on a September afternoon in 2001.
Tottenham Man United games are dynamite.
In the first half, this one blew up in Man United's face.
A goal. 2-0, Tottenham.
We were going crazy. We were dominating the game.
Dominating possession, dominating everything.
Man United have another defensive post mortem to hold.
Tottenham in dreamland.
They lead Man United at the break by three, yes, three goals to nil.
It's like a boxing match. You don't want the bell to come.
You don't want half-time to come. You want that momentum to keep going.
You know that once they get in at half-time,
the manager's going to have a few choice words.
Fergie's hairdryer must have gone nuclear,
but not even United can come back from 3-0 down,
but then again, this is Spurs.
3-1, that's all right. Beating Man United 3-1.
It was 3-2. Starting to show their Tottenham-ness.
United are the ultimate Premier League team at cutting other team's throats.
Veron! Hats off to Man United.
I don't feel that Tottenham are a side that are supposed to be victorious.
Sometimes you need fillers.
Beckham with time to take a touch.
-Time to take aim!
-Tottenham - 3, Manchester United - 5.
How can you be three goals up in a game and lose it by three?
I don't know how that can happen. I don't know how that can happen.
Because you're Tottenham, Ricky. Because you're Tottenham.
Glum is the word for Glen.
-You played for Leicester City, right?
-Yeah, I did.
Here's something that'll cheer you up.
It's a story about someone being fantastic in a Leicester City game.
Is it me?
Not this time, champ.
# Dennis, Dennis Bergkamp Dennis, Dennis Bergkamp... #
what can you say about Dennis Bergkamp that hasn't already been said?
He's a nasty little so-and-so.
-All right, Gary.
-He's the type
of player that would clip your heels or give you a little niggle.
-He was quite a chewy player.
-OK, leave it, mate. Pot and kettle, black and all that.
-I like the fact that he was quiet.
-Hang on - nasty and quiet?!
-But magnificent player to witness.
He had the touch of a wizard.
Dennis Bergkamp, the non-flying Dutchman was possibly
the greatest-ever Premier League import.
In 1997, he did something that no ever player has done before or after.
Over to you, Des.
Right now, it's the result of our first goal of the month
competition for this season.
Third was goal 4 by Dennis Bergkamp.
# There goes my hero... #
The second was goal 9 by Dennis Bergkamp.
-Here's Bergkamp. Ohh, that is special.
-And first was this one.
He may not like flying but he does love scoring.
In to Bergkamp. And Dennis Bergkamp!
What a goal.
There's some stragglers that go a whole career without
a goal of the month or come in third.
Coming in first, second and third is, like, phenomenal.
They were flukes. He couldn't do that again if he tried.
I doubt he did try, it was only against you lot at Leicester City.
Guess what? We've not always had instant media access.
Football news was once delivered by men with hats, carrier pigeons
and by an old bloke in the crowd with a wireless. Usually,
this was fine, but in May 1996, it proved anything but.
Man City go into the last game of the season against Liverpool,
and they need a win to ensure survival and make sure they stay up.
'Yes! It's 2-2.'
At the start of the game, they needed to win,
but results elsewhere could change this at any time.
A fan in the crowd hears that a 2-2 draw will be enough to keep them up.
That information then gets relayed to Alan Ball,
who tells the guys to "sit back, sit tight, just defend, we'll be fine".
'It looks as though City are going to try and run down the clock.'
# You're my favourite waste of time... #
From then on, Man City kept the ball, passing it around,
played keep-ball. Ran down the clock.
That went on for about three minutes,
and it was right at the end of the game.
'Again. That's a goal kick now.'
Somebody on a wireless, little earpiece in their ear,
listening away to the game, has got their maths wrong.
Yep, some random bloke who'd put two and two together
and come up with an umbrella, and City had believed him.
They actually needed to win, or they were going to go down.
The best thing of that was that everyone was on the bench,
and Niall Quinn went
"I think actually, we probably need another goal".
'Some frantic messages are coming from the Manchester City dugout.
'Alan Ball on his feet.
'A point may not be enough to keep them in the league.'
Niall Quinn got up and ran down to tell him
"We haven't got time to waste time. It's not the result we thought.
"We're losing. Hurry up and try and do something.
'City holding on by their fingertips to life in the Premiership.'
So by the time they then said,
"We have to try and score", it was too late.
# Our time is running out... #
That was it.
One fan with one radio with one dodgy bit of info
had consigned Man City to relegation.
It's like a cloud has come over the club.
Perhaps, looking back, we know where the damage was done.
Don't worry, maybe one day,
you'll be taken over by a family worth, I don't know, £100 billion,
and you'll be able to buy your own radio
and maybe even a Premier League title.
It's January 2005, and the ever fortunate Tottenhams
are visiting Old Trafford, where they haven't won in 16 years.
Usually, it's because they've been a bit rubbish,
but this time, it could be different.
This time, they really crossed the line. Or did they?
Pedro Mendes had a mad shot
from just inside his own half, or roundabout the halfway line.
I think he knew Carroll was off his line. Carroll tries to make the ground up.
'Oh, there's an error! Surely that crossed the line?'
The initial thought was "It's in".
'From our vantage point, that looked over the line'.
It was a goal! That's what I remember. It was a goal.
You didn't need goal-line technology to see that.
Everybody in the stadium could see the ball had crossed the line.
I've never seen a ball that far over a goal line and never given.
Anyone who's got children
knows that this look...
is a look that someone's done something wrong.
He should have given the goal
on the basis of Roy Carroll's guilty look.
-Dodgy, dodgy, dodgy Man United again.
-Don't be silly, Ricky.
You put him straight, pal.
There was a little bit of luck that Manchester United,
as everybody says, seem to get when they play at Old Trafford.
I take it back.
'Pedro Mendes still can't believe it.'
Never mind, I'm sure Tottenham's luck will change at some point,
but then again, maybe not.
When it comes to football,
the French play with a joie de vivre,
a je ne sais quoi, whatever that means,
and plenty of va-va-voom.
'Henry! Oh, what a goal!'
Yes, it's fair to say they're definitely not "merde",
but what the world witnessed at Highbury on 22nd October 2005
was less vintage champagne, more coq au vin.
'It's penalty number two. Arsenal have another spot-kick.'
Having already scored from the spot ten minutes earlier,
Robert Pires stepped up again to put the game beyond doubt.
'Oh, they're trying something here.'
Pires wanted to tap it and get Henry to come and smash it in,
just to be cocky, showing that they're the best.
It's just a complete and utter shambles.
'Well, you might do that when you're five or six up,
'but Arsenal are left with egg on their face.'
The great thing about it is that Danny Mills, when it happens,
he can't work out whether he wants to clear the danger of the goal
or he wants to get in Robert Pires' ear.
In the end, somebody else clears the ball
and he can get in Robert Pires' ear.
Why would you go mental? They've missed it anyway. It don't matter.
I'd be tapping them on the back.
I wish I could repeat what I said,
but I think anybody that can half lip-read
will work it out for themselves.
It might look like he's calling him a BLEEP,
but Danny Mills had in fact noticed that they were merely trying
to replicate the 1982 Cruyff-Olsen penalty.
'Olsen, Cruyff, goal.'
Somebody told me that it was your idea.
It was, but it wasn't my idea to make his leg go numb.
Back in 1993, we had Fergie Time,
the legend of the 98th minute winner.
'Can you believe that?'
Now it's back in Fergie Time 2, when injury time lasted a week.
And this time, it's personal.
Man United-Man City has always been massive.
At number 13, it's the first Manchester derby of 2009,
and it's 3-2 to United.
And it's the last minute of the game.
'On the cusp of stoppage time,
'Bellamy has stopped the champions in their tracks.'
Manchester City fans were just bouncing
in that corner of Old Trafford.
They've gone behind three times. They've got a point.
But the fools haven't accounted for...
# Tick, tock, tick, tock... #
Four minutes is up.
Mark Hughes, the manager on the touchline,
thinks "Great - we've got a fantastic heroic point here".
I think you're forgetting one thing.
'Mark Hughes is asking why the whistle hasn't gone.
'We've had four and a half minutes, he says.'
Ferguson's probably checking his watch,
saying "Four minutes - that means six."
'You know who he learnt his timekeeping from, of course.'
So the four minutes had gone. So had the five.
Will the whistle ever go?
'Hughes is getting angrier and angrier down below us.'
And it's the 96th minute when the inevitable, of course, happens.
Giggs just threads a beautifully weighted pass to Michael Owen,
who slots it in the back of the net.
'Michael Owen wins it in the most extraordinary way!
'And Mark Hughes is furious.'
United never lose games, they just run out of time.
'Surely the whistle now.'
'One of the most extraordinary derbies you are ever likely to see.'
That's right. Can you remind them why, Jimmy?
-There's normal time, and then there's Fergie time.
So watch out for Fergie Time 3, a game of two halves,
or three if you need it, coming to a theatre of dreams near you.
In 2006, Spurs were just one game away from securing
their very first Champions League spot and trumping the enemy.
-This was their moment at last.
-They're going to overtake Arsenal.
Arsenal are going to finish out the Champions League.
It's a major disaster for Arsene Wenger.
Questions are being asked. Could he go?
The Tottenham squad went to a hotel in Canary Wharf
to prepare for the biggest moment of their season.
They have a lovely lasagne the night before,
and then in the morning, they feel a little bit gippy.
The pasta proved a problem, and during the night,
there were rumblings in the Tottenham camp.
Have you had food poisoning before?
Have you tried to get up the next day?
Have you tried to leave the toilet? You know when you get up and go
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine now, "I can actually leave",
and then you hit the door
and you're like "No, I've got to sit back down again.
It was squeaky bum time all round, as West Ham took full advantage.
'Yossi Benayoun may well have finished off
'Tottenham Hotspur's European Champions League dream.'
There's nothing worse
than trying to do a job whilst mentally tethered to the lav.
And those considerate West Ham fans did what they could
to help the players out in their time of need. Ah, bless.
'There's the full-time whistle. West Ham have beaten Tottenham
'and Arsenal will strut their Champions League stuff
'at the Emirates Stadium next season.'
Tottenham lose, they blow their chances of the Champions League
and they blow their chances of overtaking Arsenal.
But did they ever get to the bottom of Lasagne-gate?
Was the truth ever found out?
Lasagne-gate should be reopened cos no-one knows what happened.
I'm thinking the kitchen hands might have been Arsenal fans.
The fact that the chef in the hotel's surname was Wenger
might tell you all you need to know.
Know what I mean?
So whether it was a dodgy lasagne or just a virus in the Spurs camp,
Tottenham's season went down the pan and pretty much crowns them
the unluckiest Premier League team of the lot.
On that freezing cold night when the Titanic sunk, one man got the blame.
-That, of course, was the captain.
-Where are you going with this?
Well, to football's very own Titanic,
captained - of course, Mr Savage -
rather badly by YOU.
Here's Derby County.
-Hell of a form.
# You're free... #
11 is one of my most favourite numbers.
There are 11 players on a football team.
Apollo 11 took Neil Armstrong to the moon,
and the number 11 bus was where I first copped off with Kirsty Juggins.
But for Derby County fans,
11 is probably their least favourite number of all-time.
-Derby County got relegated with 11 points.
We all understand that teams lose,
but there is losing and there is like, being the worst loser.
'Harper... Reading are ahead!
'What a big, big goal!'
'Deflected and deflected in.'
They won one game out of a whole season.
That's in the Guinness Book Of Records, right?
It wasn't all bad news for Derby, they did have one moment of glory.
'A shot from Miller...! And how much will that goal mean to Derby County?'
They beat Newcastle.
I mean, that's a positive if you're a Sunderland fan.
Derby's 1-0 win was just a tiny blip
and by 28 October they were firmly rooted to the bottom of the table.
They were desperate and needed a superstar to get them out of trouble.
Henry was unavailable, Becks was otherwise engaged,
and Ronaldo was just too pretty.
So they turned to the only person they could to drag them from the abyss -
a long-haired saviour and exotic dancer.
Clearly, the signing of Robbie Savage had a huge,
galvanising effect on Derby that season(!)
I thought I'd go there and make a difference.
Try and get them a few more points
and even keep them in the Premier League, but... I didn't.
# I'm a loser, baby... #
Derby's 11 points was the lowest tally ever
and they became the only team to be relegated before April.
Another record, well done, Robbie(!)
'And Derby's season is just slipping away.'
It just goes to show
that the Premier League is the best league in the world
and teams like Derby County prove it to us.
Coming up... Drama.
It was amazing.
'Staggering! Just staggering!'
'It will fall for Bent!'
'The little deflection from the shot.'
Let's be having you!
# Oh, yeah, you with the sad face
# Come back to my place and we'll get it on
# Yeah... #
-Why are you on my piano and WHY are you with my wife?
Christ, I thought that was your twin sister!
Myself and Robbie went to every pub in the land
and we asked the resident old bloke in the hat at the end of the bar
what his favourite ever Premier League game was.
They all said, without a doubt this one -
apart from old Gutty McGinty, but he's a miserable old sod.
It's number ten. It's Liverpool, it's Newcastle. It's 1996.
The game was amazing. It was the sort of game where people go,
"This is why the Premiership's so good."
Newcastle were only three points behind leaders Man United
and Liverpool still had an outside chance of the title.
Right from the off, both teams went for broke.
'What a start for Liverpool.'
What a match. Great game.
The best game in the Premier League ever, for me.
'Ginola with a finish.'
It was a great game to be involved in if you won.
'McManaman, taking on Albert... And a shot, it's a goal! Fowler!'
Newcastle were in front, then Liverpool were in front.
Then it was Newcastle again.
It's right up there with the very best, simply because of the drama that was involved.
'A good ball in, Collymore!'
Stan Collymore - just brilliant.
He was raw power. In that sort of situation he was amazing.
'Now Ian Rush...'
And deep into injury time with the score at 3-3,
one more moment of Collymore magic sealed Newcastle's fate.
'Liverpool have won it!'
Even as a Newcastle fan, it didn't even matter that we lost,
it was such a great game of football.
Well, not everyone felt the same way.
Kevin Keegan really showed what it's like to be a football manager,
but more than that, a football fan.
As Stan Collymore rammed the winner in for Liverpool late on,
Keegan just kind of slumped in the dugout.
He knew that he was the victim in a great drama.
From a neutral's point of view, I think it's probably
one of the greatest games and at the end you can look back
and say it is the greatest game I have been involved in because we won.
From a footballing point of view, no.
Newcastle's title dreams were in tatters
and they eventually finished second to Man United,
the closest Keegan ever got.
To those that would say perhaps you should have shut up shop earlier,
you say, no, we carry on playing this way?
Yeah, or I go. There's no question the other way.
Football - it's a maelstrom of energetic excitement,
played at breakneck speeds and full of cut and thrust,
mud, sweat and tears.
But some of the most exciting and dramatic moments
occur when nothing happens at all.
At number nine is the final game of 2005
and probably the tensest and most dramatic ever on a Survival Sunday.
West Brom's Premiership lives were teetering on the brink of safety and relegation
and all they could do was wait.
For the first time in the Premier League,
any of the bottom four could survive relegation.
Which one? It was too close to call.
At the final whistle of the West Brom game,
they were left in limbo cos their game had finished early,
so they're all standing around the pitch - the players, the management, the coaching staff, thinking,
"Come on, the whistle's got to blow."
They'd done all they could. They'd won, but they had to hope their relegation rivals
Norwich, Southampton and Palace didn't.
Tick followed tock, followed tick, followed tock.
They were all on telephones, weren't they?
They were all on old radios and stuff.
It was weird - what were they all listening to?
Were they phoning people...?
Were they phoning people at home who had the telly on?
# I can't get this pressure point out of my head
# I can't get this pressure point out of my head... #
I owned the team that was right in the middle of it.
I assumed we were going to stay up.
West Brom I had written off in my own mind.
The odds had been stacked against plucky West Brom all season.
They'd been rooted to the bottom for most of it
and were the bookies' favourite for the drop.
If they were going to survive,
this would be the Premier League's greatest escape.
All they could do was wait.
MUSIC: "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand
'The cheers have gone around the Hawthorns. The news has come through.
Bryan Robson's Baggies are staying in the Barclays Premiership.
It was one of the most memorable pitch invasions ever.
The players were carried off on shoulders.
# Take me out
# I stay, you don't show
# Don't move... #
West Brom were safe and Bryan Robson was hailed as a hero.
So happy, it sort of made... Everyone was in tears of joy.
It was a fantastic day for West Brom fans.
This was the greatest escape ever in the Premier league,
everyone was euphoric, well, almost everyone.
For me, it wasn't very nice because it meant Palace got relegated
and West Brom stayed up.
What is it with football fans and inflatable objects?
They'll bring anything inflatable, whether it be a whale,
a ball, bouncy castles, a tent...
If you can put air in it, they'll bring it.
And by the time Sunderland hosted Liverpool in 2009,
inflatables were everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE.
'Now Cattermole takes over.'
The game was only five minutes old,
when a seemingly innocuous Darren Bent goal
was not as innocent as it appeared.
'Threatening here from Sunderland, it will fall for Bent!'
'A little deflection from the shot from Darren Bent off Glen Johnson.'
This was no Johnson deflection! This was beach ball-gate.
When Darren Bent took the shot it hit the beach ball absolutely spot-on, perfectly.
The beach ball one way, the ball in the back of the net. Good goal.
Could this incredible event
have been a tactical piece of Sunderland genius?
It was actually a Liverpool fan who threw the beach ball onto the pitch.
Imagine being him!
Irony of ironies.
It's always the one with the pixelated face.
Poor little fella. Imagine how bad he must have felt.
So this incredible moment secured victory
and mid-table mediocrity for Sunderland that year.
That beach ball was actually the fifth-highest scorer that year for Sunderland.
Joint fifth with Jordan Henderson.
And it wasn't long before everyone wanted a ropey old bag filled with hot air.
No, not that one!
Man City put a £30 million bid in.
But then they actually withdrew that bid
when they realised that the transfer price was inflated.
I was thinking, Robert, you've played with some of the real great players.
Danny Mills, right?
Well, no, I was thinking more like Christophe Dugarry, Roque Santa Cruz and Gerry Taggart.
But how interesting is it
that some people lie about being a footballer
and get caught out straight away,
others manage to play 346 Premier League games!
-I'm a millionaire, though.
-Don't show off, Robbie, it's not becoming.
I know a bloke who blagged his way into a Spice Girls concert
backstage, which, to us at the time, was the greatest blag ever
but blagging yourself into a Premier League match, that's impressive.
REPORTER: It was a footballing gift horse
that Graeme Souness could hardly afford to turn down.
A striker recommended on the phone by an impeccable source,
world footballer of the year, George Weah.
In November 1996,
Southampton manager Graeme Souness was about to fall
for the greatest blag since Mel Gibson tried
to become the chief rabbi of Jerusalem.
Within days, the Southampton boss had given 30-year-old Ali Dia a month's contract.
That's right. On the basis of a hoax phone call,
Souness signed up Senegalese chancer Ali Dia.
He didn't bother seeing him play, he just let him loose on a full Premier League game.
Didn't he come on for Le Tissier? That's quite a gear change, isn't it?
Dia had previously failed at Port Vale, Gillingham
and non-League Blyth Spartans before conning his way into Southampton.
I love the realisation that must have taken place in Graeme Souness's head
of going, "Get out there, Ali, go and do it. Score a goal for us."
And him running out and turning to his assistant manager
and going, "Ali's not a footballer, is he?"
He came on in a game against somewhere where Matt Le Tissier went off injured
and really didn't show us that he was up to Premier League football.
That's pretty much cos he was a pub team player, Graeme.
How gullible is Graeme Souness? This isn't the first time it's happened.
Apparently Steve McMahon once dressed up as his wife
and pretended to be her for 15 years.
So Dia left the following morning, not even saying goodbye,
and found his natural home - five divisions below,
at non-League Gateshead.
Rumour has it that Souness now runs a successful hedge fund,
investing in tartan paint, chocolate toasters and magic beans.
Some say Arsenal of 2004 were good. Some say they were great.
But some say they were the best Premier League has ever seen.
They were brilliant to watch. Fluid, total football.
They were amazing. They were a fantastic side.
Thierry Henry, perhaps the best player in the world at the time.
The pace and power of Henry, the guile and craft of Bergkamp.
He could actually break your leg.
Even neutrals sat back and admired it.
Never before had one team gone an entire season without losing
and Arsenal, with 37 games unbeaten, were on the cusp of immortality.
Only one more game to go.
The stage was set,
the final game at home to already-relegated Leicester City.
Easy. Glory was on its way, surely?
That wasn't in the script, was it?
Worried faces in the Arsenal camp.
Hang on, one-nil down? Arsenal are losing?
Was this going to be the ultimate choke?
The last game of the season, losing one-nil down to Leicester.
As a fan, you're watching, thinking, "Oh, my god,
"we're not going to go a whole season unbeaten!"
But this isn't the Arsenal we know today. This lot were invincible.
For that team to go through the season unbeaten
and carry that run on was a tremendous achievement.
Unbelievable, the Invincibles.
-They are unbeaten.
-Hail the history men.
For Arsenal to do what they did without losing a game
was incredible and I never thought I would see it done.
Absolutely incredible, and I don't think that will ever happen again.
This recipe, for wholewheat girdle cakes, is using up...
Delia Smith has been teaching the nation how to cook for 30 over years.
I think kebabs go particularly well with rice.
But back in 1996, she booked a place at the high table of football
when she stepped in to save her beloved Norwich City from bankruptcy.
Delia was great, she came into Norwich,
instantly threw a couple of parties to get to know the players.
As a person, probably one of the nicest people I've ever met.
Good luck, have a lovely season.
-She loves her football.
-Look, look, look!
But in February 2005, Delia surprised everyone
with a half-time rallying cry for the Norwich faithful.
I was out warming up at half time and, next thing you know,
I see Delia walking out onto the pitch.
I'm thinking, "This is a bit strange, I've never seen this before."
You're the best supporters in the world. We need a 12th man here.
Where are you?
Where are you?! Let's be having you!
It's a passion, isn't it?
Sometimes you cannot control that passion inside you, it comes out.
We always think of Delia as being very sophisticated, you know,
a posh lady in a pinny.
It has a nice, strong, nutty flavour.
And then she goes all east end market on us, doesn't she?
Let's be having you!
It's a different language to the North East, that's for sure.
-But you knew where she was coming from.
-Where are you?!
And you just say, "No, somebody take her away!"
If she thinks that there's a chance that she might be able
to help out, in any way, during the match, she wanted to do it
and unfortunately, it just didn't quite work out on that day
and I haven't seen her on the pitch at half time since.
And that's all from me this week, bye-bye.
Alan Shearer's probably the all-time Premier League's greatest centre-forward.
Alan is just a master of putting the ball in the back of the net.
-Which, in Geordie, means...
-He's the best thing since sliced bread.
-Exactly, Geordie man.
And, in April 2006, Premier League genius Shearer scored his 260th goal,
a Premier League record that still stands today.
That's over 70 more than Andy Cole, his nearest rival.
-He's the best thing since sliced bread.
-Thanks, Geordie man.
-He's the best thing since sliced bread.
-Aye, all right, Geordie man.
Shearer was deadly inside the box
and he once even managed to score from outside it.
But, unfortunately, with 260 of these, there were also 260 of these.
When it comes to celebrations, he was absolutely shocking.
He just put one hand up and he would run,
but he wouldn't even stretch the arm.
It was like a limp arm. We used to be like,
"Come on, man. Come on, Shearer!"
Left hand or right hand? Who knows? Sometimes, he'd mix it up.
He does a 40-yard screamer and goes like that.
I'm thinking, "How happy are you, Alan?"
Alan Shearer, arguably the greatest striker in the history of the Premier League,
with a celebration that could send an insomniac into a coma.
Goal! Can someone wake me up when he scores again?
A lot of people will tell you I'm a lot like Jose.
I interviewed him once for the Watford Gazette.
He's a real straight shooter.
I was just chatting about his favourite fruit,
he's a big fan of oranges nonetheless.
-What about you, Robbie?
-Tomatoes and pears fan myself.
Really? I had you down as a banana kind of guy.
We've seen the managerial greats, from Fergie to Brown.
But this next guy, our number three, is a bit special.
You can be arrogant when you're that good, and he is that good.
He's one of those people who says what he means and means what he says
and then has the ability to back it up.
When a somebody phones up from Stamford Bridge
and says, "The new manager of Chelsea's here
"and he says he's the special one,"
you go, "Ooh, this bloke could be a bit good, couldn't he?" You know.
I'm not one of...of the bottle. I think I'm a special one.
# Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste. #
In the supermarket, you have eggs - class one, class two, class three.
And some are more expensive than others
and some give you better omelettes.
Not quite seagulls, but interesting all the same.
You know? Are in Waitrose and you cannot go there? You have a problem.
He did two amazing things, Jose Mourinho.
He made Chelsea even more hated than they were already
but he also made Chelsea cool.
He's just so cool, calm and collected. Plus my mum fancies him.
He is the sexiest football manager that I've ever seen.
Oh, and he was really good at managing teams.
Yeah, forgot about that bit.
# I am the one and only
# You can't take that away from me. #
Jose Mourinho has got big balls.
At one point - I think it was in February -
he predicted the day that Chelsea would win the League.
And on 30th April 2005, his ballsy prediction came true at Bolton.
Mourinho had indeed led Chelsea to their first title in 50 years.
Now, that's special.
COMMENTATOR: Frank Lampard, round the keeper,
into the back of the net.
Chelsea is the name on the Championship Trophy.
For all intents and purposes,
he was the Muhammad Ali of football managers, you know.
He called what was going to happen and it happened.
COMMENTATOR: Jose Mourinho indulges
in another of those touchline dashes.
To sum up just how good this man was,
Chelsea recorded the most points ever, the most wins ever,
the most clean sheets ever
and the least goals conceded. Now, that is REALLY special.
COMMENTATOR: Jose Mourinho has shown the world
that he is indeed The Special One.
I've seen most managers and to my mind,
a lot of them are the emperor's new clothes.
This guy was the real deal.
Cantona must figure as one of the greatest United players of all time.
At Number Two is Le God.
The greatest player ever to grace the Premier League? Peut-etre.
It's obviously the buy of the century.
COMMENTATOR: Cantona...he's done it.
# God gave rock 'n' roll to you. #
Madman, genius? Very, very fine line. Cantona was exceptional.
He could do things... He'd try things that other people would dare not even think about trying.
Like talking drivel?
-When the seagulls...follow the trawler...
Cantona inspired Man United to four titles,
and the start of their Premier League dominance.
Would they have done it without him? Who knows?
But what we do know is that none of this would've happened
if one daft bloke back in 1992
hadn't made the mistake of a lifetime!
Eric Cantona is like the great lost love.
Before Man United even had a sniff,
Cantona went on trial to Trevor Francis's Sheffield Wednesday.
But what did you do, Trevor? What did you do?
I made a reasonable request which I felt was to ask him
to stay for this week in the hope the weather would improve,
then he could train on grass.
He rejected my request, and he's gone to Leeds.
It's a great move for him.
You turned down Eric the King, Trevor, you turned him down!
We had him. Francis had him. Played him in a friendly
and decided that we needed to see him play on grass.
Need to see him play on grass?! The King, on grass?
I was like...
Still breaks my heart that he didn't turn out in a Wednesday shirt.
I don't know... It brings back bad memories to even talk about it, to be honest.
That could've been us.
-I wish him all the very best.
-Of course, Trev, of course.
It's not like you passed on an opportunity of a lifetime.
And I'm sure life wouldn't have been any different if you'd signed him.
We've seen the Europa League places and the Champion's League places.
And now it's time for numero uno. That's what I mean. Number one.
The title-winning charge of this,
the Premier League's most amazing moments.
And, Robbie, you're not in it. Cheers, old son.
We knew it was going to Manchester, we didn't know which side, though.
It's the final game of the 2012 season.
If City win, they'll be crowned champion.
The league had gone back and forth all season
between the two Manchester rivals
and this was City's closest chance in 44 years to step out
of the shadows of their dominant neighbours and win the title.
'Here perhaps is how they mount an attack.'
At home to struggling QPR for what is a routine win, surely?
-'Oh, it's in! Unbelievable!'
-And the tears are starting to flow.
They're now 2-1 down against ten men, they're going to blow it,
they're going to throw it away.
Against all odds and rational thinking, City are losing to QPR.
To make matters worse,
deadly rivals United were winning over at Sunderland.
If the score stayed like this, City will have handed the title
over to their hated neighbours on a silver platter.
It was going to have to be a two-goal swing
and City just were not at the races.
The 90 minutes was up and it was all slipping away.
With four minutes of injury time,
the title now seemed like a pipe dream.
Unless something extraordinary happened.
'He scores! Four minutes to save themselves! 2-2 in stoppage time!'
It was in a matter of minutes. It was nail-biting stuff.
'Howard Webb blows his whistle. But nobody knows what it means!
'What a season!
'It's finished and they still don't know if they've won it.'
It was all over at United.
If things stayed the same, United are Premier League champs again.
And City will have blown it.
'Manchester United's game is over. 2.5 minutes to play.
'This is all about the title now.'
The beautiful thing about football is at any moment it can change.
'Staggering! Just staggering! The blue moon has risen!'
-Balotelli to Aguero!
-It was amazing.
You just can't write those type of moments.
Within a couple of seconds, it had gone from doom to euphoria.
Everybody went mental.
'United's game was over - they've had it stolen back!'
'And the news is coming through, the title has gone,
'just as they were going to celebrate.'
Best end to a season ever.
'It's just the most extraordinary scenario you could have dreamt up!'
Suddenly, they knew they'd won it.
People that were starting to walk down the exits suddenly came
flying back in.
'City are champions. It just does not get better than this.'
This will never be repeated again.
After 20 years, 7,846 Premier League matches, the most amazing
moment the Premier League has ever seen came in one extraordinary,
breathtaking and spectacular finale in the very heart of Manchester.
'The most thrilling Premier League finale of all time!'
And who knows what 2012-2013 will bring.
Anything can happen in the greatest league in the world.
Well, that's it.
That was The Most Amazing Premier League Moments Of All Time.
It sure was, Robster, it sure was. We've seen some great goals.
-And one hell of a great guy.
-I've been Donovan Daily.
-And I've been Robbie Savage.
And on this journey we've been on, we've not only learned
a lot about the Premier League, and a lot about football,
we've learned just a little bit, just a little bit, about ourselves.
And, as I always say, don't go changing.
I've, er...I've left my Speedos by the...by the pool there.
Can you, er, pass them through the letter box?
Subtitles by Red Bee Media Ltd
Robbie Savage and suave sportscaster Donovan Daily present The Premier League's Most Amazing Moments, a celebratory countdown of the 50 most mind blowing incidents, events and surprises from the past 20 seasons of the Premier League. Hosted from Robbie's bling palace, this show has it all, from Beckham's halfway line goal to Arsenal's Invincibles, Fergie Time to Delia at half time and the Ali Dia hoax to THAT Aguero last second title clincher for City. 50 amazing moments.... but what's number one?