What's the best goal you've ever scored?

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What's the best goal you've ever scored in any game of football, no matter how informal? (Video games and dreams don't count.)

― Nick H (Nick H), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:13 (twenty-two years ago)

Although I see myself as more of a provider, threading balls from deep, I once scored an absolute corker in a one-on-one game with a friend. He was in goal and I dribbled to about 1 yard from the goal line and 10 yards to the right of the goal. He started to come out and I chipped it with the outside of my right foot and it arched just over his outstretched arms, curling into the top-left corner off the far post.

I will never repeat this moment of genius.

― Nick H (Nick H), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:16 (twenty-two years ago)

About 14 or 15, playing with my dozen or so mates and their younger brothers in the field down the hill from my house. Cross came in from the right and I caught it first time on the volley with my left-foot, just as it was bouncing (so I guess technically a halfvolley). It went like a rocket, an absolute thunderbolt, into what would have been the top-left corner had we had a net instead of just a pile of jumpers and some cricket stumps.

A few weeks ago I scored a great one in five-a-side where I dribbled it past two people in the area and then chipped it through the last defender's legs past the keeper.

― Sick Nouthall (Nick Southall), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:19 (twenty-two years ago)

the one i scored against stuart murdoch of belle and sebastian - he was in goal, i shaped to shoot and cut across to the other side, he said "oh nooo" on the ground and i tucked the ball into the other corner. t'was sweet.

actually, (it may have been during the same match - i was on form that day) i also hit a curler into the top corner from 20 or so yards.. miss vicky was in goal that time. the wind may have helped though.

― ken c (ken c), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:19 (twenty-two years ago)

(n.b. the top corner was imaginary - it was jumpers for goalpost but it looked in)

― ken c (ken c), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:20 (twenty-two years ago)

The best goal I was ever involved in came about a year ago. me and my (much better at football) brother were on the same team, him playing as last-man-back, me playing upfront. He brought it forward from defence, passed it to me out on the left, I had my back to goal and saw him turn his (what used to be very impressive but is now a little eroded by age and bad ankles) pace on and motor past a couple of the opposition, so I hit the ball first time with my right foot ino the area and he jumped to meet it first time on the volley, straight into the bottom corner. Fucking exquisite. I was almost more pleased to have set that up than to have scored many of my own goals.

― Sick Nouthall (Nick Southall), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:23 (twenty-two years ago)

Maybe the one in which on dusty red cinders I lobbed the ball over keeper Cookie, then stroked it into the net May 2003. It was as close as I have come to the one that Glenn scored in his farewell 3-1 win vs Oxford, May 1987, which Brian Moore indulgently screened on THE BIG MATCH.

Perhaps Cookie was humouring me. It matters little.

― the blissfox, Monday, 19 April 2004 13:34 (twenty-two years ago)

Once I scored a goal so good it made a dog cry.

― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:36 (twenty-two years ago)

several years ago in a game of World Cup (for those unaware this is the football equivalent of musical chairs with several duos playing against each other at once - last duo left not to have scored is out and the process is repeated until the final where a duo must score three goals to win) i ran about 15 yards with the ball deeper into the pitch from the left until i was just right of the goal's centre then somehow unchallenged (everyone caught by my surprise manouevre) i shot with my RIGHT foot and the ball curved further right, through the keeper's hands and into the top right corner of the goal - reminiscent of Klinsmann's first goal against Russia in Euro 96, or one of Andrei Kanchelskis's finest strikes for Man U. but not as good. we went on to lose the semi-final on penalties after my deft drive smacked the right post.

― stevem (blueski), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:41 (twenty-two years ago)

But did it move a terrier to tears?

― Jarlr'mai (jarlrmai), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:44 (twenty-two years ago)

haha you guys had penality shootouts when you play world cup??

― ken c (ken c), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:49 (twenty-two years ago)

I remember another goal during five-a-side a couple of years ago when the ball came in from the right and I was running full-tilt into the area and met it with my left-foot from only about two yards, fucking HARD. It was a good enough goal, scored at pace and with good instinct, off a fast low ball, but there was a bloke stuck in traffic lights right next to the pitch, who'd obviously been watching, and he beeped his horn and yelled "THAT'S A FUCKING GREAT GOAL!"

Chuffed? You can't imagine.

― Sick Nouthall (Nick Southall), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:49 (twenty-two years ago)

rising like a salmon at the back post, never made a better connection with my head, the keeper screamed as it went past him. Best own goal I've ever scored. Danny Wilson was watching (he lived right by the playing fields). That moment probably finished my chances of becoming a pro

― chris (chris), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:51 (twenty-two years ago)

I was a goalkeeper, but I once came up out of net and scored a tie-breaking goal in the last minute off of a set piece - it was an indirect kick and I hit it around the wall and into the bottom corner. That was pretty much my only goal in a competitive match, but it was good one.

― scott pl. (scott pl.), Monday, 19 April 2004 13:59 (twenty-two years ago)

At the height of Ardiles-Spurs fever, my best friend Harry shows me how to do "the Klinsmann shot", which in his version is some kind of bizzarre toe-stubbing chip (we are eleven or twelve, I think). He goes in goal and I try - the ball sails twenty yards, grazes the left-hand post, and drops into the corner. I can never quite bring myself to try again.

(All this football talk is making me think we need another kickaround - any thoughts, London?)

― Gregory Henry (Gregory Henry), Monday, 19 April 2004 14:01 (twenty-two years ago)

good point ken, i can't remember why we were having a penalty shoot-out. and i think we weren't playing as duos either but every man for himself, bizarre.

― stevem (blueski), Monday, 19 April 2004 14:35 (twenty-two years ago)

10 years old. 3/4 size pitch. Halfway line.

― Lynskey (Lynskey), Monday, 19 April 2004 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Indoor game at school in year 10. I was wide on the right. The ball came to me pretty hard, so it bounced up off my foot when I went to trap it. I bounced it forward off my thigh, did it again while leaping a sliding tackle, then volleyed it and watched it beat the keeper at the near post. I knew I'd never hit one as sweet as that ever again (and I haven't!) so I did the Roger Milla dance.

― Hayden Nicholls (Pop the Weasel), Monday, 19 April 2004 14:59 (twenty-two years ago)

30 yards out, powered straight over the keeper's head, age 11 in PE. I couldn't believe it. I didn't know I could hit a ball that far

― DJ Mencap (DJ Mencap), Monday, 19 April 2004 15:04 (twenty-two years ago)

I put a corner straight in the far corner once, that was nice.

― chris (chris), Monday, 19 April 2004 15:05 (twenty-two years ago)

If there was ONE moment in my life up til now that I could relive, it'd be this.

When I was 9 - and actually ok at football - I was playing for the under 11s when I picked up the ball on the half way line, stepped inside one player and then took on three more before toe-poking it low under the keeper's right from just inside the box. I remember thinking "all you've got to do now is finish" as I dragged it past the last defender and, not trusting myself to do anything classy, just punted it as hard as i could.

Our coach was this guy who'd won an Olypmic silver medal in the 200m in LA 1982, and I remember him running over to me and going absolutely apeshit. After that he told me to do it every single game.

What makes it worse is that I can't even bloody dribble round cones now. I feel sad.

― Karim, Monday, 19 April 2004 15:32 (twenty-two years ago)

I was a keeper. Y'know like Camus. I saved two penalties in a match once. Then walked down the beach and shot an Arab.

― Mikey G (Mikey G), Monday, 19 April 2004 15:34 (twenty-two years ago)

Probably a right foot volley of some sort. I always enjoyed hitting the post or crossbar best.

― jel -- (jel), Monday, 19 April 2004 15:53 (twenty-two years ago)

more than actually scoring?

― stevem (blueski), Monday, 19 April 2004 15:58 (twenty-two years ago)

yeah! It's all about the ping!!

― jel -- (jel), Monday, 19 April 2004 16:00 (twenty-two years ago)

In class, a bit too bright and too loud for my own good; small and easy to push around. On the pitch, good control, but of course hopeless at the physical stuff. I was rather pressganged into playing in the class team. It was pouring with rain, the pitch was chocolate mousse. My one chance to impress came when the ball fell at my feet and as usual I had one thought - to get rid as quickly as poss. Only this time I lobbed their keeper and the ball landed in the mud, just over the line. A bit of short-lived credibility with the 'jocks'.

― Daniel (dancity), Monday, 19 April 2004 16:57 (twenty-two years ago)

About 25 years ago, playing for my local team in a local league match. About the only game I ever played up front (left back was my usual role). I got the best two goals I ever scored, both from corners. One I was towards the far corner of the penalty area, and a defender flicked the ball on and it came to me. Someone was charging out so I just swung at it, expecting it to go wildly wide, but it shot into the corner. The other one I was nearer in, and a deflection brought it across to me, and this time I sort of controlled it inside the first defender, then again past another one, and slotted it tidily into the near corner.

― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Monday, 19 April 2004 18:37 (twenty-two years ago)

Scoring goals is wicked.

― Sick Nouthall (Nick Southall), Monday, 19 April 2004 18:38 (twenty-two years ago)

Playing against some really rough team, under 13s, we go 2-0 up in 5 minutes, I score on the 6 yard box after a scramble. They start sniping at each other and getting cranky.

They get a freekick for offside, the keeper and defender are arguing about who gets to take it, about 30 yards out, the keeper eventually tells the defender to fuck off. The defender walks away and as he's doing so calls the keeper a "stupid cunt" or something, so the keeper promptly wallops the ball at him.

The ball then comes to me, about 35 yards out, with the keeper stranded, I lob him, it bounces once and goes in, it's almost so far away I can't tell until everyone goes mad and mobs me, it was one of the best moments of my life.

― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 19 April 2004 19:06 (twenty-two years ago)

I still remember it so well.

― Ronan (Ronan), Monday, 19 April 2004 19:06 (twenty-two years ago)

1985, an indoor 7-a-side court in a small town on the Rhine, I loop a 20-yard freekick over a three-man wall and get it to dip satisfyingly into the top right corner. It was indirect, but scuffed the keeper's fingertips on the way into the net.

1999, Camber Sands Bowlie 5-a-side final: I tuck a penalty shoot-off strike satisfyingly off the inside of the left post.

― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Monday, 19 April 2004 19:12 (twenty-two years ago)

1976, I'm a left wing because I'm fast and because no one else on our team can cross with their left foot. I try to cross, hitting it poorly off my toe, it sails. Next thing I know, all the rest of the Hickory Twigs are yelling for me. O baby memory is a mother.

― Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Tuesday, 20 April 2004 00:41 (twenty-two years ago)

i really really suck at footie, no sang froid nasty defender type if anything, i never kicked a ball til i was 12 really. i treasure the time when i managed to pull off and overhead flick that actually bamboozled someone and wasnt for the sake of having acres of space to myself. then followed a useless cross into the keeper's arms, o well.

― prima fassy (mwah), Tuesday, 20 April 2004 01:10 (twenty-two years ago)

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