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Dundee Utd 1-0 Hibs, March 17 1990

I came up from Cambridge to go to this game. It was the weekend that Scotland and England squared up to each other at Murrayfield to contest the rugby Grand Slam. My mother had a ticket for Murrayfield and offered it to me, as she didn’t really want to go. I, however, opted for Tannadice and the chance to see Hibs march on to Scottish Cup glory…

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So much for Scottish Cup glory…

The DJ at Tannadice entertained us all at half-time with the latest hits from the Angus Strathspey and Reel Society chart rather than the more usual pop Top 20. And I thought it was just the Dons who were into sheep.

Apart from goalscorer Darren Jackson, there was another future Hibee in the Arab ranks, whom Oor Wullie seemed keen to get intimate with…

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Just about the biggest cheer of the afternoon was for the announcement midway through the second half of the result from Murrayfield. Those interested in egg-chasing can re-live a little of that moment below.

Ooh, Will, butterfingers old chap.

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Airdrie 2 Hibs 4, 22 May 1997

Great escape

Great escape

Although this ended up being Hibs’ biggest win of a grim season they achieved it the hard way, going a goal down in the first minute and surviving a penalty miss by Airdrie later in the first half.

This was never going to be an uneventful match, and with a further three penalties awarded and Jimmy Sandison sent off for elbowing near the end it lived up to expectation. Darren Jackson scored two of the penalties for Hibs to secure the tie and Hibs survival in the Premier League.

It was the end of Jackson’s Hibs career, however, sold to Celtic for £1.25million in the summer. His return to Edinburgh two years later to play for Hearts completed his transformation from hero to villain. Keith Wright had also played his last game for Hibs at the age of 32, and Jim Leighton was lured back to Aberdeen by the offer of a player-coach role at his first club.

Perhaps they also saw the writing on the wall in this nerve-shredding brush with relegation.