Is there any exhiliration in sports that matches the game-winning goal in a soccer match?

Question

Or any goal for that matter?

Answer 1

A perfect routine in gymnastics.
An ace at match point in tennis.
Shaving seconds of a sprint record.
A perfect dive.

Every sport has it's special, exhilarating, heart-throbbing, adrenaline-pumping moments. Soccer doesn't have the monopoly of those you know.

Answer 2

I would agree with the other two answers also. However, since Soccer is the number 1 sport worldwide, i dont think there is a better moment then the game winning goal or a goal scored for that matter.

Answer 3

YES winning score in gaelic football final, in croke park on all ireland final day. Winning score in hurling on their final. Winning hoop in basketball in any match that is close right to the death. Winning score in any sport for that matter, touch down, try (especially if it is against england or new zealand)! even cricket knocking if for six ( i exhaggerate of course)

Answer 4

A buzzer beating game winner in basketball.
A last second game winning touchdown in american football.
A winning goal in Hockey (field or ice).
A grand slam homerun in baseball.
A bases loaded strikeout in baseball.
A hole-in-one in golf.

Every sport has one. Take your pick.

Answer 5

"or any goal for that matter?" ?????

So the question is: is there anything as exciting as watching someone score a goal? I think this anicdote was more exciting:

It involves the volatile Dock Ellis, when he was pitching for the Pirates in the 1970s. The following excerpt is from “In the Country of Baseball,” written by Ellis with Donald Hall.

In spring training 1974, Dock Ellis, felt that the Pirates had begun to loss some aggressiveness.

“‘You are scared of Cincinnati.’ That’s what I told my teammates. Every time we play Cincinnati, the hitters are on their ***.”

In 1970, ‘71, and ‘72, he says, the rest of the league was afraid of the Pirates. “they say, Here come the big bad Pirates. They’re going to kick our ***!’ Like they give up. That’s what our team was starting to do! Cincinatti will bullshit with us and kick our *** and laugh at us. They’re the only team that talk about us like a dog. Whenever we play that team, everybody socializes with them.” In the past the roles had been revered. “When they ran over to us, we knew they were afraid of us. When I saw our team doing it, right then I say, We gunna get down. We gonna do the do. I’m going to hit these motherfuckers.’”

Sure enough, on May 1st, the Reds came to Pittsburgh and Dock Ellis was pitching.

He told catcher Manny Sanguillen in the pre-game meeting, “Don’t even give me no signal. Just try and catch the ball. If you can’t catch it, forget it.”

Taking his usual warm-up pitches, Dock noticed Pete Rose standing at one side of the batter’s box, leaning on his bat, studying his delivery. On his next-to-last warm-up, Dock let fly at Rose and almost hit him.

A distant early warning.

In fact, he had considered not hitting Pete Rose at all. He and Rose are friends, but of course friendship, as the commissioner of baseball would insist, must never prevent even-handed treatment. No, Dock had considered not hitting Pete Rose because Rose would take it so well. ”He’s going to charge first base, and make it look like nothing.” Having weighed the whole matter, Dock decided to hit him anyway.

“The first pitch to Pete Rose was directly toward his head,” as Dock expresses it, “not actually to hit him, ” but as “the message, to let him know that he was going to get hit. More or less to press his lips. I knew if I could get close to the head that I could get them in the body. Because they’re looking to protect their head, they’ll give me the body.” The next pitch was behind him. “the next one, I hit him in the side.”

Pete Rose’s response was even more devastating than Dock had anticipated. He smiled. Then he picked the ball up, where it had falled beside him, and gently, underhanded, tossed it back to Dock. Then he lit for first as if trying out fro the Olympics.

As Dock says, with huge approval, “You have to be good, to be a hot dog.”

As Rose bent down to pick up the ball, he had exchanged a word with Joe Morgan who was batting next. Morgan taunted Rose, “He doesn’t like you anyway. You’re a white guy.”

Dock hit Morgan in the kidneys with his first pitch.

By this time, both benches were agog.The Pirates realized that Dock was doing what he said he would do. The Reds were watching him do it. “I looked over on the bench, they were all with their eyes wide and their mouths wide open, like, I don’t believe it!’

“The next batter was [Dan] Driessen. I threw a ball to him. High and inside. The next one, I hit him in the back.”

Bases loaded, no outs. Tony Perez, Cincinnati first baseman, came to bat. He did not dig in. “There was no way I could hit him. He was running. The first one I threw behind him, over his head, up against the screen, but it came back off the glass, and they didn’t advance. I threw behind him because he was backing up, but then he stepped in front of the ball. The next three pitches, he was running. I walked him.” A run came in. “The next hitter was Johnny Bench. I tried to deck him twice. I threw at his jaw, and he moved. I threw at the back of his head, and he moved.”

With two balls and no strikes on Johnny Bench—-eleven pitches gone: three hit batsmen, one walk, one run, and now two balls—-[manager, Danny} Murtaugh approached the mound. “He came out as if to say, What’s wrong? Can’t find the plate?’” Dock was suspicious that his manager really knew what he was doing. “No,” said Dock.

“He looked at me hard,” Dock remembers. “He said, I’m going to bring another guy in.’ So I just walked off the mound.”