Clearer Water Irish Cup final: Linfield 1 Cliftonville 3 (aet)
From Brendan Crossan at Windsor Park
YOU can coach what’s in someone’s boots – but you can’t coach what’s in someone’s heart.
What separated Cliftonville and Linfield in Saturday’s epic Irish Cup final at a wonderfully raucous Windsor Park can be boiled down to one single thing: heart.
Jim Magilton, Joe Gormley, Chris Curran, Patrick Burns and Rory Hale entered a buoyant press conference room at different stages on Saturday evening to reflect on what felt like the greatest day in Cliftonville’s 145-year history.
Rory Hale articulated it best.
Clutching a tin of beer, the Newington man said: “In extra-time, boys were dropping like flies, boys were cramping up, and the crowd gave us that extra 10 per cent to get up and run - and run more. Who cares if you’re cramping – run again.”
In those disjointed, fractious, nerve-shredding, tumultuous two 15-minute periods of extra-time, and with the Cliftonville players hanging on to a slender 2-1 advantage for dear life, each one of the 14,898 supporters who were crammed into Windsor Park never felt more alive.
Sporting occasions like Saturday transport us to a spiritual place, beyond human identification, where words are of no consequence and so we surrender all sense of reason and surf with our souls.
For the thousands of Cliftonville fans who were there, it’s a journey they will never forget and never quite understand.
When they attempt to tell their Irish Cup final story in years to come, all they will be able to say is: ‘I was there’. And that will be enough.
Forty-five years of misery was wiped away as Ronan Hale ran over half the length of the Windsor Park pitch with just seconds remaining, unopposed, absolutely delighted with himself and for everybody, knowing that he would tap the ball into to an empty net and win the Irish Cup.
The striker scored an absolute beauty in the early throes of extra-time to put the Reds 2-1 in front after an impudent piece of skill and through pass from the effervescent Ben Wilson – but his second goal of the day is the one that people will always remember.
Running all alone towards an ecstatic sea of red in the West Stand, formerly the old Spion Kop, pushing the ball home and then collapsing to the ground.
In that moment, Ronan Hale was immortalised in the hearts and minds of the Red Army.
Watching on from his technical area, all Jim Magilton could think about was the infamous Devon Loch – the horse that inexplicably fell going down the home stretch of the 1956 Grand National race.
“I was just thinking, he’s going to fall over. He’s dead!” Magilton told reporters, laughing.
“I was thinking Devon Loch… That moment is hard to describe but it’s the realisation that you’ve won the cup.”
One of the most inspiring things that unfolded during Saturday’s pulsating decider was how the Cliftonville players made a friend out of adversity.
In the opening half hour of the final, Linfield were running over the top of Cliftonville’s lofty idea of winning their first Irish Cup since 1979.
Wide men Joel Cooper and Kirk Millar were swaggering down either flank. The age-defying Jamie Mulgrew was playing like Busquets in midfield and Chris Shields exuding all his trademark nonchalance at the back.
Ethan McGee opened the scoring for Linfield with a powerful header on 14 minutes following a free-kick from the right side and the Blues threatened to push further ahead.
Cliftonville were all at sea and in danger of drowning in the occasion. Nervy, hesitant and treating the ball like an imposter.
In those desperate moments, Rory Hale – a peerless artist of the local game – was one of the few Cliftonville players who seemed unfazed by the day.
The opening 45 minutes presented huge challenges to Jim Magilton, particularly when the Reds manager was forced to make two personnel changes with goalkeeper David Odumosu and Odhran Casey (broken leg) suffering injury.
Back-up keeper Nathan Gartside deserves a serious amount of credit for the way he performed after being thrusted into the action on 37 minutes, while Luke Kenny did a sterling job in defence in place of the desperately unfortunate Casey.
Half-time was a Godsend to Cliftonville. To be only 1-0 down felt like a triumph.
Sam Ashford’s glancing header on 52 minutes from Rory Hale’s perfect cross put the Reds back on level terms and it had a major settling effect on the entire team.
But the challenges kept coming at the Cliftonville players and management. Every substitution was crucial especially with so many players collapsing with cramp.
Joshua Archer, Braiden Graham and Matthew Clarke were introduced by Linfield boss David Healy and later Jordan Stewart in a bid to break down the Reds defence.
Conor Pepper, on his 30th birthday, left everything of himself on the field before being replaced by Chris Curran. Sean Stewart was forced to make way for Stephen Mallon on the left and Ben Wilson took over from Ashford.
Even in extra-time Shea Gordon’s energy was epic and much needed for the eventual winners.
“As much as we get caught up in the emotion, it’s really important that I stand back off that,” said Magilton during one of the few serious moments of his post-match press conference.
“Gerard [Lyttle] helps me with that too. I could clearly see where we needed to make the subtle changes that we had to make. That’s my job. That’s what I’m paid to do.
“There are moments in a game where you can be slightly rash – of course you can – but I was very clear where we needed strengthening or we needed to reinforce positives.
“I still felt Linfield were so open to the counterattack and that proved to be the case. The players were very, very astute in terms the information they took in all week...”
It’s no exaggeration to say that Cliftonville had heroes in every blood-red jersey on Saturday.
Patrick Burns was magnificent. Only signed by the north Belfast club in January, the Crumlin native had to adapt quickly to a very nuanced and unfamiliar defensive role.
The stress tests he faced on Saturday were many – and he was absolutely immense in every scenario he found himself in.
Jonny Addis was unflappable. You can see why he’s celebrated in song among the Cliftonville faithful.
When others are losing their heads around him, Ronan Doherty never does. What a final performance. Nobody beats the Carndonagh man at football. Nobody.
Casey was brilliant until his terrible injury on the stroke of half-time but he has the character and fortitude to lead the Reds long into the future. Likewise, Shea Kearney who was tested time and time again – and stood up like a seasoned veteran.
Without the Hale brothers, Cliftonville would not be Irish Cup winners today.
Never once did Stephen Mallon blink when Millar was trying to unpick the defensive lock and Chris Curran signed off a magical playing career with the kind of granite-like professionalism no-one will ever forget around Solitude.
The way Saturday’s final played out, record goal-scorer Joe Gormley never got on the field of play – but he was the happiest man alive afterwards and serenaded reporters with a song about when Cliftonville go up to lift the Irish Cup, he’ll be there, before inviting the entire room back to his house for a party.
Linfield will wonder what happened after half-time and in extra-time. It was the kind of collapse nobody anticipated as one misplaced pass followed another.
But the truth was Cliftonville refused to lose on Saturday.
Rory Hale’s words will echo for a long time.
“Who cares if you’re cramping - run again.”
In sport, and in life, heart can take you places beyond your wildest dreams.
Like the cloths of heaven, Cliftonville fans of countless generations spread their dreams under the feet of Jim Magilton.
He never let them down.
“It’s as great a victory I’ve had in my football life,” the Cliftonville manager said.
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