‘Aberdeen savour the most perfect game ever played’

After three and a half decades of waiting, the pent-up frustration of 35 years came to an end. It causes harm.

Ante Palaversa approached a live radio microphone as the 20 000-strong Aberdeen fans blasted out their joy.

What’s your attitude, Ante? swear word! followed by another conversation that was hurriedly ended. “I’m sorry to the listeners. You can sense the emotion. In the gantry, back to you.

Soon after that, another attempt. Jack Milne, the hero of an Aberdeen defense that miraculously transformed from chumps to incredibly strong champs, was at the heart of the remarkable transformation.

How would you interpret this, Jack? swear word! Milne apologized, but amid the frantic mash-up, you could understand the agricultural language. sour emotion Nothing quite like it.

The Dons had a rough start to the season, and this was a shockingly exciting game. It was sloppy, tense, and scrappy. In all its uglyness, it was gloves off, bare-knuckle stuff.

It was essentially the most flawless game ever played when viewed through a prism of red.

Few people thought they had the same level of bravery as Aberdeen; they had beliefs that no one could have detected at the time; and they had bottomless fitness levels.

Because of that, it was riotously celebrated and received a win that very few people had anticipated. It had a terrifying quality, which only arises when significant events occur.

Aberdeen have won numerous awards over the years, but looking at their supporters almost seemed like a first. It would have been, of course, for some. A Scottish Cup final victory is undoubtedly a big deal for many.

When Aberdeen won this trophy, Willie Miller was at his peak of his career.

You asked him to look at him to see if there was any emotion at the conclusion. The extent of it was a grin. Miller maintained his shape on their biggest day together in 35 years.

Miller gently chided him about his poor lifting technique when club chairman Dave Cormack came on radio. Dave, you need a little more practice. The happy jist was to win a few more.

For Aberdeen, the signs of doom were evidently everywhere. They were unbelievable underdogs.

With their 5-1 and 6-0 record against the Dons this year, Celtic appeared to be unstoppable.

Their ability to score quickly and frequently against Jimmy Thelin’s team was flagged, two in three minutes in one game, three in 11 minutes in another, two in six minutes in a third meeting this year, and three in nine in the most recent incident.

Brendan Rodgers’ demeanor was reminiscent of a treble, and Celtic’s nose smelt like a treble. Played 14, won 14 at Hampden. According to him, the abnormal had evolved into the normal.

Only vibes existed in Aberdeen. the upset’s year. Bologna’s Crystal Palace won the league, and the team’s improbable finalists won it.

How many shocks have we seen in Scottish Cup finals over the past 50 years and more likely than that? Two. Aberdeen defeating Celtic in 1970, Dundee United defeating Rangers in 1994.

Rarely does the Cup’s magic reach its fullest extent.

Thelin was the subject of mutterings. Where would he be if there was another shellacking? Aberdeen have consistently been the Premiership’s worst team since the end of November.

Thelin would have lost the support of many fans if Celtic had won in a relative or total canter, as the majority of them had anticipated. He found it in both his formation and his psychology, and he found it in both.

first time with a back three. Milne made his first three starts of the season in the defense. The veteran was forced inside out during Celtic’s recent offensive, which put an end to the Graeme Shinnie at left-back experiment.

Later, Rodgers claimed that his team was lacking in speed, slickness, precision, and personality and was too safe. Reo Hatate and Jota’s wit also lacked, which made them weak.

Even though they didn’t actually hit the Aberdeen woodwork twice, they succeeded in a triumphant one-on-one save from Daizen Maeda just before the moral time was up.

Celtic had 21 shots to five from Aberdeen, 81.5% of the field, and 15 corners to four from Aberdeen.

When Thelin’s defense was ready to defend with their last breath, none of it had any significance. You couldn’t keep track of how many blocks Celtics had, each one attempting to destroy Celtic’s fate.

This is not what it was intended to be, and it rarely is. In 30 games, Celtic hadn’t lost to Aberdeen.

The Dons then scored one more goal after conceding an unlucky one. The final’s flawed, madcap nature was reflected in the two of its own goals.

There was little accuracy, rhythm, and shape. There was chaos, bodies collided, players squatted on the floor, and coaches hysterically ill.

It resembled an under-eights game in chunks. Everyone is frightened of abandon. And it was difficult to ignore.

The odds were still in Celtic’s favor when it came to penalties. A penalty shootout at Hampden is not their thing. Recently, they have won a few awards. They were the favorites to win the treble even at that late point.

Then Callum McGregor’s saving Mitov’s life changed. The brilliant leader of Celtics was unflinching. Their aura is no longer the same.

The Aberdeen men kept their composure, not just scoring, but also rifling in their penalties with authority. The first three of them, on a gloomy day, were handled incorrectly by Kappeichel.

In the end, Mitov was the man. He has been criticized for some of his game’s flaws in recent months, but he is now immortal along with the rest.