While it was Taps Aff in the away end, the restrictions of a headset and mic prevented me from partaking in that type of celebration. Instead, I joyously gushed about what I had just witnessed to the handful of listeners on MFCTV and my commentary colleague Graham "Mouth of Motherwell" Barnstaple. The much maligned Michael was now the messiah, having delivered the goal which sees Motherwell Football Club teetering on the edge of the unknown and unthinkable Champion's League qualifiers.
A Dundee United win at Ibrox tonight, will pull us back form the edge slightly, while a home win will tip us right in to the gaping jaws of elite European football. It's slightly ironic that the demise of RFC has put us in this coveted position, and we are now depending on them to not lose in order to secure this mystical berth, ahead of our own trip to Govan at the weekend. But thoughts of tonight and Saturday's upcoming games were put to the side for the immediate aftermath of what could have been a tetchy Tuesday at Tynecastle.
With Motherwell, having our destiny in the palm of our own hands finds us often spilling what we are carrying at the crucial moment. And at times last night, before Higgy's goal, it looked like Gorgie could be the scene of an uncomfortable drop, as Hearts came out of the traps and looked mouch more composed on their home turf. As has been the norm of late, the midfield and defence restricted our opponents to pot shots form distance, which rarely troubled Randolph in the middle of our goal.
When Taouil latched on to the rebound from Templeton's blocked effort, a sharp intake of breath travelled out to the listeners of MFCTV form both myself and Graham, but we had need not worry ourselves. On a nervous night, the breaks stayed in favour of those in Claret and Amber, and it was a breakaway of great quality which gave us the winner. Jennings, who has been understated all season in the role he carries out manfully and to the hilt, won a hard, typifying challenge in the middle of the park to win posession, and from that challenge, the ball was worked to Murphy on the left.
As Murph ghosted in from the wing, his shot looked from the gantry, like it would be an easy take for McDonald. The bounce of the ball in front of the Jambo's goalie was enough to panic him in to a parry and to much Maroon dismay, The Don stroked home. As Graham and I lost our professional composure amidst the gathered media and Hearts fans around us, the travelling faithful's noise was pitched even louder. Like a locomotive, they had used the team's season of performances to stoke their vocals and noise up in the corner, carrying the side to the heights they have hit. Higdon's goal was the proverbial woot woot of the metaphorical vessel, hurtling towards lands unknown.
Hearts looked stunned and try as they might they could not break down the well rearguard. Hutchinson in particular was a behemoth at the back, while Clancy looked as composed and assured as he has been all season. Regardless of what was thrown at Motherwell, they hung on until the final toot of Winter's whistle, at which point the joy and emotion in the fans spilled to the players. To a man, they mobbed Higdon as the SKY cameras focussed on the former St Mirren man. I doubt 12 months ago, the big Scouser could have envisaged out scoring himself and setting Motherwell up for a crack att the Champion's League. But he has.
It's testament to his ethic and effort that he is now a Fir Park hero. Eyebrows were raised at his signing, and while taking some time to find the net for the Well, he became the punching bag for many unpleased with certain results. Whether his celebration at Tannadice was intended as a "getitupye" to the Well fans or not, "The Higgy" may now be seen as as much of an iconic 'Well gesture as Faddy's streak and rat tail, Colin O'Neill's Hugo Sanchez and Sieb swinging on the bar. 400 arms bent at the elbows in an upward motion, as Higdon was led to the SKY studio, prove that.
That motion of a fist being moved upward, against the oppression of whatever you want to fight is indicative of Motherwell punching above their weight. Something we have said for so long, when our league position or cup runs have belied our own thoughts and beliefs about our club. A foray in to Europe will definitely be "above our weight", but we shouldn't be looking to punch at it; merely we should enjoy it.
The players have worked so so hard this season to get us there, and it has been a great season to be involved in with what I have done at the club.If Rangers do the job tonight, then that feeling of a job well done by all in Claret and Amber will carry in to our next 2 games, and while we'd like to keep the good run going, we can't be too harsh on McCall's men if we have a little dip, knowing fine well what awaits us. (Although, to be fair, from a personal level, commentating on Well's first win at Ibrox in 15 years would be pretty damn special...) For those that travelled through to Tynecastle, for those of a Claret and Amber persuasion who watched on SKY, for those who listened to Graham and I nervously stumble through commentary, last night was one of those historic nights in motherwell folklore.
While not having the thrills of a Cup Final, or the drama of a 6-6 game with a wonder strike in the last minute to level, it had as much emotion and heart as any fixture as important to the club would conjure up. All eyes are on Ibrox tonight, but you can't help but feel that the 1st of May 2012 will be remembered as the night that Motherwell FC qualified for the Champion's League.
Up The Well!!
