Up for t’Cup – 1982 – 91

The 96. We will never forget.

In the second decade of its second century, the FA Cup moved on, serene and unmoved, the nation’s showcase, the only live televised match in every season. But things were beginning to change, slowly, subtly. In this decade, the Cup would lose that unique feature, as the BBC and ITV, working in concert for a short time, negotiated for live televised League football: the BBC on Friday evenings, ITV on Sunday afternoons.
The competitions were different in style and content. But now that the viewer didn’t have to wait twelve months, and was more likely to see his and her own team, more than once, a little bit of the gloss began to wear off.
For a second year in a row, the Cup Final required a replay to be resolved, once again in favour of Tottenham Hotspur who, exactly twenty-five years after Aston Villa had set a new record, won their seventh Cup, out of seven Finals. No other team had appeared in so many Finals without ever losing. Queen’s Park Rangers were first time Finalists, the first of three in successive seasons, all of whom would go down to defeat. They were also the fifth Second Division team to reach the Final in the span of a decade, but this unusual period of opportunity for the lower tier ended here, and Second tier teams have only made occasional, well-spaced appearances, forever on the losing side. It should also be noted that this was the fourth London Derby Final.
On a personal level, this was the first Final I had missed since becoming a Cup fan in 1968: I was undergoing a revulsion against football and refusing to watch it at all. It was a political revulsion: the country was in the throes of desperate recession, yet football slung its money around heedlessly, and I was too disgusted to want to participate. So I went out for the day on Cup Final day and resolutely ignored the Thursday night replay (though I did crack at half-time and watch the last 45 minutes, which were as dull and sterile as the match reports suggested the two games were overall). My revulsion didn’t last – I am, after all, a football fan – and I would never boycott the cup Final again, at least not for that reason.
If Manchester United hadn’t reached the Cup Final the following season, maybe my disgust about football would have lasted longer. But Ron Atkinson’s United made it all the way for the fourth time in eight seasons, and Jimmy Melia’s Brighton, appearing for the first time, made it a total media circus.
There was so much to get pissed off about. Melia, a 48-year-old, near-bald disco-frequenter, got all over the press, even to the extent of Brighton forgoing the traditional coach ride to Wembley in favour of flying the players in by helicopter (this form of travel has not been repeated – the road to Wembley means exactly that).
Worst of all was the Brighton media frenzy over their captain and central defender Steve Foster. Foster was already walking a tightrope when Brighton reached Wembley, being only one booking away from a suspension that would cause him to miss the Final. Needless to say, in the last match that would count towards suspensions, Foster picked up a booking – for arguing with the referee. Allegedly, he spent the remaining fifteen minutes of the game trying to provoke the referee into a sending-off that would invoke a longer suspension, but one that would be served immediately, except the referee wouldn’t play ball.
So Foster was out of the Final. United were similarly affected, with Micky Thomas serving a one-match ban, but Brighton resorted to going to law to try to get Foster’ suspension lifted, claiming it was against natural justice for League bookings to affect Cup games. They lost, and Foster missed the game.
For much of the Final, it looked like they wouldn’t miss him. Brighton opened the scoring but fell behind in the second half. The equaliser was scored by Frank Stapleton, scorer of Arsenals second goal against United in 1979, the first player to score goals for two different Clubs in Cup Finals.
I was watching the Final in Nottingham, staying with a mate down there: we visited his sister on the Saturday because she had a TV: when Ray Wilkins curled in the second, I went up shouting and her 10-year old daughter came in, eagerly asking ‘Who’s scored? Who’s scored?’, whilst her amused mother called, ‘Who do you think has scored?’
But a late equaliser sent the game into extra-time, and Brighton should have won the Cup in the last minute of extra-time. ‘And Smith must score!’ shouted the commentator, as Gordon Smith, scorer of the opening Brighton goal, shot straight at United keeper Gary Bailey. The line was later adopted as title to the Brighton fanzine.
So for a third year in a row, a Replay was required, again at Wembley, and the press made noises about Finals not being decided on the day, exactly as they had in 1910-12, when this has previously happened (although probably in less elegant language). Brighton restored Foster to their line-up, only to concede three first-half goals, two of which involved very strange decisions by Foster (dropping to one knee instead of contesting the header by which Norman Whiteside scored United’s second, and making no attempt to clear the loose ball that Bryan Robson knocked in for the third).
For the third season in a row, the Replay featured a penalty, put away easily by Arnold Muhren, the first Dutchman to score in a Cup Final. United’s 4-0 victory was the highest victory margin at Wembley, and the third highest victory margin in a final of all time. It has since been equalled twice, the first time by United themselves.
In 1984, for the first time in four years, to great press relief, the Final was concluded on the day, with not even extra-time required. Watford, the third successive first-time Finalists, became the third in a row to lose their only Final to date (though as I write, they are semi-finalists this year, and might even end up facing Everton again). Goals in each half secured the Cup, although the second was controversial, with scorer Andy Grey later admitting he had not made contact with the ball but headed keeper Steve Sherwood’s hands, bouncing the ball out of them into the net. Sherwood arrived at Wembley with a reputation as a ‘dodgy keeper’ and the BBC commentary immediately followed that line, blaming him for what should have been given as a foul.
Everton went on to win the European Cup-Winners Cup the following season, the fifth English club to do so, and the first for fourteen years after the early English successes. The Cup was their first major trophy since winning the League in 1970, and the first in a series of eight trophies in four seasons, the club’s most successful period in their history.
Notoriously, the Cup-holders, Manchester United, were knocked out in the Third Round, at AFC Bournemouth, then of the Third Division.
In a previous entry in this series, I mentioned an unusual link between this Final and that twenty-five years earlier, when Nottingham Forest beat Luton Town. Forest’s opening goal had been scored by winger Roy Dwight before he was carried off with a broken leg. His nephew Reg showed no aptitude for the game though, like the vast majority of us, that didn’t stop him from becoming a keen supporter, in his case of Watford. By the 1984 Cup Final, Reg Dwight was Chairman of Watford FC, though under his professional name, which we all know is Elton John.
The following season was to end in a momentous and tragic event that had long-term implications for the Cup. Perhaps prophetically, there was a shock in the Third Round when Leicester City began their Cup campaign by beating non-League Burton Albion 6-1 away. The shock was not the result, but the FA’s decision to declare the game void, and order it to be replayed, behind closed doors, after the Burton goalkeeper had been hit by a bottle thrown by the away fans. Leicester regained their Fourth Round place by a much less impressive margin of victory, a 1-0 win, only to be knocked out by Millwall in the Fifth Round.
On paper, the meeting of two aggressive, entertaining, attacking teams was certain to make for a superb Final. On grass, neither Everton nor Manchester United shone, and though the winning goal was fit to grace any Final, it was really the only footballing moment of the game to recall. The 1985 Final would be memorable for different things.
For Everton, the chance was there not only to win successive Cups, a thing only achieved by four teams before them, but to complete not merely the Double – they were the new League Champions – but also a unique Treble: on the Wednesday before the Final, the Merseysiders won the Cup-Winners Cup.
This put United into almost the same position as they had been in 1977, when they had faced Liverpool, aiming to be the spoilers in this arrangement. Indeed, they had put out Liverpool in the semi-final, after a replay, thus postponing the never achieved Merseyside Derby Final, albeit by only one year.
Now, as then, they would succeed, Norman Whiteside breaking the deadlock in extra-time goal with a beautifully created looping shot that curled around Neville Southall. But by then United had played over forty minutes with ten men, the first team in the era of substitutes to be thus reduced, not through injury, but through the first ever Cup Final sending-off.
As a United fan, I have always had mixed feelings about Kevin Moran’s dismissal. Under current interpretations, and for many years, it would be inarguable. But this was still 1985, and to be frank, worse challenges had been excused by Cup Final referees, and worse ones would follow without punishment (e.g., Paul Gascoigne in 1991).
But I had been warned to watch out for the referee before the game by a Manchester City-supporting mate who, after a recent game at Maine Road, described the ref as a ‘showboater’, wanting to be front and centre, wanting to get his name in the Press (which is why, whenever I refer to this game, I refuse to give him that credit). The moment Moran brought down Reid with a clumsy challenge, I knew the ref could not resist becoming the official who sent off the first player in a Final.
United’s team included eight of the players who had won the Cup two years previously, and one survivor from the 1977 Cup-Winning side. They were also the first Cup-Winning team to consist entirely of full Internationals, including substitute Mike Duxbury, who came on to play extra-time.
This was the last Final at the Empire Stadium to have a full-capacity official attendance of 100,000. An increasing concern with Safety Regulations would henceforth reduce capacity to a maximum of 98,000 fans.
Because of Everton’s success, both teams should have gone into the Cup-Winners Cup the following season, but on the Wednesday after the Final, the European Cup Final was played at the Heysel Stadium. Disaster struck, and English clubs were banned from European competition. Quite rightly so: irrespective of which club was directly involved, we had become killers, and we needed to be quarantined.
Several qualifying clubs disagreed, and sued to overturn the ban, United shamefully among them. Their claims were dismissed. Five Cup Winners would be denied entry to Europe. By then, the English game would have been affected by a far greater disaster.
For now, the Cup proved it could maintain interest even without the prize of European competition at the end of it. Wembley sufficed, and flourished.
Given that, for most of not all of the century, London had averaged five First Division teams every year, it was something of a surprise that it was 95 years after the cup was established before there was a London Derby Final. Given that Sod’s Law invariably applied every time both teams in a two-club city reached the semi-finals, it’s not at all surprising that it took 114 years to produce a Merseyside Derby Final (after 145 years, Manchester still hasn’t managed it). Everton were appearing in their third successive Final, the first team since Blackburn Rovers in the 1880s to achieve this, and Liverpool, who had succeeded them as League Champions, were looking to win the Double.
Indeed, up until the final game of the League season, a week earlier, both sides were in for the Double, as Everton were challenging their neighbours for the title, finishing second by only two points.
Despite Everton taking the lead with a goal from Gary Lineker, the season’s leading goalscorer, Liverpool came back in the second half with two goals from Ian Rush and a third from the Australian Craig Johnson to become the fifth Club to do the Double, fifteen years after Arsenal’s success which, in respect of the Cup, had come at Liverpool’s expense.
Liverpool’s Cup Final Squad included only one English player, Steve McMahon, who was relegated to the bench and was not required during the game. Liverpool thus became the first club to win the Cup without a single English player.
This was the first Final since 1949 (excluding replays) to have an official gate under six figures, the Empire Stadium’s capacity having been reduced to 98,000 on safety grounds. That it should be a Final featuring these two sides is a deep and bitter irony, in light of what was so soon to transpire at Hillsborough, in Sheffield.
In 1987, for the fourth time in six years, a First-Time Finalist graced Wembley’s lush grass, in the shape of Coventry City: not merely First-Time Finalists but a club that had never before (nor since) passed the quarter-finals.
Few Finalists have been bigger favourites than Tottenham Hotspur. They were the Cup specialists, seven wins and no defeats, and looking to end Aston Villa’s long record as the record holders. Spurs also boasted the season’s leading scorer, Clive Allen, who had been the first player for 27 years to pass 40 goals in the season, and his record of 49 goals, though inferior to Dixie Dean (who scored 60 in the League alone), has not been troubled since.
For the second successive Final, the season’s leading scorer would open the scoring, only two minutes into the game, but for the second successive Final he would end up on the losing side. Coventry equalised within five minutes, with a goal from Dave Bennett, a member of the Manchester City side beaten in 1981 by Spurs, though Gary Mabbutt restored their lead before half-time.
Coventry equalised again with one of the most spectacular Cup Final goals of all-time, Keith Houchen’s horizontal diving header, but it would be Mabbutt who decided the fate of the Cup in extra-time, diverting a cross into his own net, to join Bert Turner and Tommy Hutchison in scoring for both sides in the Final. All three ended on the losing side.
This was also the first Final for which two substitutes were permitted for each side, although Coventry only used one of their allotment. Both Spurs subs entered the field of play, with Gary Stevens becoming the first Cup Final player to wear a no. 14 shirt since the 1-22 numbering introduced in the 1933 Final.
But if Coventry’s win had been a shock, it was nothing to that of Wimbledon the following year. Indeed, Wimbledon’s triumph over Liverpool – League Champions and bidding to become the first team to win a second Double – was a shock unmatched in modern times except by Sunderland’s win over Leeds in 1973, and perhaps only by Preston North End’s defeat by West Bromwich Albion in the 1887 Final in the whole of Cup history. BBC commentator John Motson, in a not-at-all-contrived-in-advance comment, described it as ‘the Crazy Gang have beaten the Culture Club’.
For a second time in a decade, I missed much, though not all of this Final, not out of any political expression, but rather out of a more personal distraction: by the time I got back downstairs, Lawrie Sanchez had already scored the goal that would make Wimbledon the 42nd Cup-Winners, though I was just in time to see Dave Beasant – the first goalkeeper to captain a Cup-Winning team – save John Aldridge’s penalty, the first Cup Final penalty ever to be saved.
Wimbledon’s wholly unexpected victory was achieved in only their eleventh season as a Football League club, a run that had seen them secure four promotions and one relegation. Not since the eleventh year after the creation of the Football League had a club won the Cup after so short a time, Wimbledon being in only their second season in the First Division. They were also only the third team to win both the FA Cup and the FA Amateur Cup.
Sadly, Wimbledon also hold a much less enviable record. As of 2015, fifty-four clubs have reached the Cup Final, among whom forty-three have won the Cup. The first seven Cup Winners have ceased to exist: in 2002, Wimbledon, after years of ground shares and decreasing crowds, were transferred to Milton Keynes, and re-named accordingly. The new MK Dons did not acquire Wimbledon’s trophy record, though they have since laid a claim to it, and the current AFC Wimbledon is a separate club in all but support, making Wimbledon the Cup-Winners the only team since the Nineteen Century to go out of existence.
In the tournament as a whole, after several years without multiple replays, there were four-game marathon ties in the Second and Third Rounds, whilst this Final was the last to be broadcast simultaneously by both BBC and ITV, with the former purchasing exclusive rights to the competition, to open the era of competitive bidding that has done so much to both enhance and damage the game and, sadly, the Cup itself.
Ironically, on the back of successive First-Time Winners, there would be only two instances in the next twenty years – both by multiple-Cup Winners – that the trophy would not be shared amongst Arsenal, Chelsea, Liverpool and Manchester United.
After taking 114 years to produce a Merseyside Derby Final, bizarrely it took only three more to produce a second. But that’s not what the Cup will be remembered for in 1989. No matter how enjoyable the Final, how great a game, played in an atmosphere of warmth and togetherness, even between bitter rivals, the only thing the 1989 Cup will be remembered for is Hillsborough: the greatest tragedy in English football.
What happened in Sheffield that day is so great a matter that it can only be fleetingly addressed in a series of this nature. It is a condemnation of this country, and especially of the Police, that it has taken twenty-seven years before a genuine and honest examination of the tragedy can have taken place, and for the unwarranted stigma placed on Liverpool fans for that day, fed primarily by the Sun and the still-unrepentant piece of filth known as Kelvin McKenzie to be officially lifted.
Liverpool had played Nottingham Forest, at Hillsborough, in their 1988 semi-final, a match controlled by an officer experienced in managing big football matches, who put in place a well-thought-out, highly effective series of plans that ensured the day passed without anything more than the usual minor arrests. In 1989, a completely inexperienced officer junked his predecessor’s proven plans and went in with no plans for crowd control whatsoever. Hillsborough was always a disaster waiting to happen, needing only an arrogant, clueless idiot to engineer disaster, and then lie through his teeth to avoid blame.
For some days after the Disaster, it was mooted that the Cup should be abandoned, but the FA decided – correctly – that as a mark of respect to those who had died following their club in pursuit of glory, the semi-final should be replayed, this time at Old Trafford (where Forest had knocked out Manchester United in the Sixth Round).
Ironically, once Liverpool confirmed their place at Wembley, it was for a Cup Final that saw a massive, dramatic reduction in capacity, from 98,000 to 82,500.
For the second time in successive seasons, Liverpool were seeking the Double Double. In previous seasons, all hopefuls came to Wembley with the League title in their bag, but on this occasion the aftermath of Hillsborough left Liverpool with one outstanding game, played on the Friday after the Final, against Arsenal, the only team who might, with a very specific win, pip them to the post. In a finale more appropriate to the cut and thrust of the Cup, Arsenal seized that title with almost the last kick of the League season, a dramatic moment previously unheard of, and unequalled until the end of the 2013 Premier League season.
The Final itself saw Liverpool, fittingly, beat their neighbours a second time, though in this case extra-time was necessary, with three goals in the first period enough to see Liverpool home as 3-2 winners. Ian Rush for Liverpool, and Stewart McCall for Everton both scored two goals as substitutes, the first ever to do so, McCall reaching this record two minutes before Rush..
Hillsborough marked the Cup, marked English football forever. The first, and most immediate change was that the FA, after years of insistence that both semi-finals be played the same day, with the same kick-off time, to ensure that no team should have the advantage of knowing who their Final opponents should be (except when replays were required, and what advantage could possibly accrue from that knowledge anyway), agreed to allow both matches to be televised live, with staggered kick-offs. This would prove very memorable.
There was a unique aspect to the Fifth Round this season, with four of the eight ties being drawn, and all four ties requiring second (but no third) replays to decide them.
Aston Villa, Liverpool’s main challengers in the League, had eyes on the Double but were heavily beaten in the Sixth Round by promotion-challenging Second Division Oldham Athletic, already that year’s beaten League Cup finalists, whilst the same Round saw the end of Cambridge United’s aspirations to become the first Fourth Division team to reach the FA Cup semi-finals.
Ron Atkinson had taken Manchester United to two Cup wins in the mid-Eighties, but his failure to make them challengers in the League cost him his job, and he was replaced by the former Aberdeen manager Alex Ferguson. But the job looked like being too big for him, as it had been for all managers since Matt Busby. As in 1962/63, United spent most of the season fending off the possibility of relegation, and just as in that season, they would escape, and win the Cup.
United’s Cup campaign was unique, not in playing every tie away from home but, more implausibly, playing no ties on a Saturday until the Final itself. Between the demands of live TV coverage and Police security requirements, United’s path to Wembley was a Sabbath occasion, with every tie played on Sunday, until their midweek semi-final replay against Oldham Athletic.
Liverpool, en route to their last League title to date, were yet again looking to achieve the Double Double, a third time in four seasons. They were drawn against Crystal Palace at Villa Park, in the 12.00 , and were expected to win easily against a side that, on its first season back in the First Division, they had already beaten twice – the first by an astounding 9-0 margin. After all, Liverpool had already put eight past Swansea City in the Third Round.
But things did not go according to plan. Liverpool had been the dominant team of the Eighties but here, at the dawn of a new decade, their dominance came to an unexpected end, in front of the whole country. Despite two goals in three minutes to take the lead with seven minutes remaining, Liverpool suddenly lost all ability to deal with set-pieces. Palace made it 3-3, might have scored a winner in normal time and did do in extra-time, to reach their first Final.
Almost immediately, United kicked-off their semi-final at Maine Road. The two teams served up six goals, shared equally, to follow the seven at Villa Park, resulting in a replay in which it took United until extra-time to secure their trip to Wembley. Even then, Oldham were denied when a first half shot off the crossbar bounced behind the goalline, unseen by any of the officials.
Goals remained at a plenty in the Final, long stretches of which were dull and sterile. United and Palace shared three apiece, the leading changing hands three times. Ian Wright emulated Rush and McCall the previous season by scoring two goals for Palace as a substitute (this has never been emulated since) and United needed an equaliser seven minutes from the end of extra-time to secure a Replay.
United goalkeeper Jim Leighton, whose performances had been growing more and more nervous throughout the season, was at fault for two of the Palace goals, but United’s reserve keeper was out with long-term injury, and their only cover was on-loan Luton Town keeper, Les Sealey, whose loan-period expired the day after the Final. The news that United had extended the loan on Monday aroused excited speculation, but it was only twenty minutes before kick-off on the Thursday night when it was confirmed that Leighton was dropped and Sealey would play.
The replay was a disappointing game, with Palace adopting a thuggish approach, trying to batter and provoke United out of the game. It was decided by a goal from the unexpected source of full-back Lee Martin, whose only previous goal for United had been the accidental deflection of a clearance into the opposition net. Martin’s only other goal in a United shirt was an own goal in the Cup-Winners Cup the following season.
After the immaculate performance by English fans at the Italia ’90 World Cup in the summer, the ban on English teams playing in Europe was lifted. Manchester United, who’d been denied entry in 1985, would become the sixth and last English club to win the Cup-Winners Cup (there was one other English winner, in 1998, the only English club to win the trophy twice). Bryan Robson became the first player to captain three Cup-Winning teams, whilst Crystal Palace were the last team to date (and probably forever) to field an all-English line-up, in both games: even manager Steve Coppell (a Cup-Winner in 1977 with United) was English.
United’s win was their seventh, bringing them level with Aston Villa and Tottenham Hotspur as record Cup-winners. This first claim on the record would only last twelve months. Their win came in the first Final in an all-seater Empire Stadium, the post-Hillsborough consensus on eliminating standing areas at senior football grounds coming into effect. Though I speak from experience in saying that Wembley’s facilities were inadequate and more dangerous in their way: all that was done was the bolting of backless plastic seats onto terraces whose camber was suited to standing crowds and thus too gentle for seated fans. In consequence of this, in order to get a half-decent view, the fans had to resort to standing after all, and on the seats themselves.
The last Cup of this decade saw the same outcome as the first, a Tottenham Hotspur Final, and a win: after all, the year ended in a 1, didn’t it?
The Fourth Round of the 110th campaign saw another four game marathon before Arsenal overcame Leeds United, but it was the Fifth Round’s Second Replay, which saw Everton defeat a Liverpool side that had just lost manager Kenny Dalglish to the long-term stress of Hillsborough, which ended a long era in Cup History. Changes were coming to Football, massive changes that would turn the course of the game in this country, changes that belong to the next decade of this history, but this would be the last time any FA Cup game would go beyond a single Replay.
At the time, this went unnoticed, but there was a storm of controversy when North London rivals Arsenal and Tottenham Hotspur were paired in the semi-final and the FA broke the long tradition of neutral grounds by instructing the game to be held at Wembley.
Their excuse was safety: no other ground had the capacity to host the crowd that would want to see this game, but there were many who suspected that it was the ticket selling opportunity that dominate the organisers’ thinking. As matters would develop, that suspicion would become increasingly more concrete in the following decade.
Thanks to an astonishing goal scored directly from a free-kick, thirty-five yards out, by Paul Gascoigne, Spurs reached their ninth Final, the fifth such to be played in a year ending in a 1.
Aston Villa had held, either individually or jointly, the record for Cup wins since 1920. Spur’s victory would bring that long reign to an unrecoverable end.
The game was the first and only Final reached by Nottingham Forest’s legendary manager Brian Clough, who’d come close in 1988 and 1989, foiled by Liverpool on each occasion. In mythical terms, the Final was meant to be contested between him and England star Gascoigne, who’d become the hero of the country for his tears the previous summer, during the World Cup semi-final, at his realisation that his booking would keep him out of the Final if England reached it.
Both were to be disappointed.
Gascoigne’s was the first and most obvious failure. Clearly wildly over-excited, the midfielder launched into an atrocious, scything, waist-high tackle that nearly cut a Forest defender in two as early as the second minute. Even in 1991, that should have been an immediate red card but, in keeping with the traditional lenience extended to the game’s showpiece occasion, the referee didn’t even book Gascoigne. With hindsight, that leniency was life-changing. For Gascoigne did it again after fifteen minutes, another, launching, dangerous, and utterly stupid foul, the work of a kid out of control with excitement, equally deserving of a sending-off. From the free-kick, Stuart Pierce put Forest ahead.
But Gascoigne’s second challenge had ruptured his anterior cruciate ligaments and he had to be stretchered off before the game restarted. He would be out of the game for twelve months and never be the same player again. A red card in the second minute, harsh though it would have seemed at the time, would have spared him that, and maybe with a more fulfilling career, have changed the trajectory of his entire life. We can only speculate, and wish that it was so.
Clough’s failure was passive, as Gascoigne’s had been active. Paul Stewart’s second half equaliser meant the Final went into extra-time for the third year in a row, but inexplicably, Clough remained in his seat on the Wembley bench, stiff and mute, abandoning his team to their own devices. No doubt Spurs seized on this abdication of duty as a concession of defeat, though it would be an own goal from defender Des Walker – attempting to clear a corner and heading it into the corner of his own net – that gave them the Cup for a record eighth time, ending Villa’s long record and Manchester United’s extremely short one. Given that Gary Lineker had a first half goal incorrectly ruled out through offside, it was clearly fitting.
Mark Crossley, the Forest goalkeeper, became the second man to save a Cup Final penalty, turning away Lineker’s first half effort, though the former-Everton striker would go on to claim the Winners medal denied him five years earlier.
After ninety-four years, the FA Cup had a new leader.

(all Finals played at the Empire Stadium, Wembley)

1981/82   Tottenham Hotspur 1 Queen’s Park Rangers 1 (aet)
R: Tottenham Hotspur 1  Queen’s Park Rangers 0
1982/23     Manchester United 2 Brighton & Hove Albion 2 (aet)
R:  Manchester United 4 Brighton & Hove Albion 0
1983/84   Everton 2 Watford 0
1984/85   Manchester United 1 Everton 0 (aet)
1985/86  Liverpool 3 Everton 1
1986/87    Coventry City 3 Tottenham Hotspur 2 (aet)
1987/88   Wimbledon 1 Liverpool 0
1988/89  Liverpool 3 Everton 2 (aet)
1989/90 Manchester United 3 Crystal Palace 3 (aet)
R:  Manchester United 1 Crystal Palace 0
1980/81  Tottenham Hotspur 2 Nottingham Forest 1 (aet)

The second decade of the FA Cup’s second century featured only twelve clubs, and only five winners, the lowest in any decade thus far. This record would be equalled in the decade next following, an example of the massive changes coming to the game, and the dominance of the Big Four clubs. Manchester United with three, and Tottenham Hotspur with two were the only multiple Winners, with Everton, Coventry and Wimbledon sharing one apiece. The latter two were both First-Time Winners, appearing in their only Final to date – Wimbledon’s only Final ever, following their sale to Milton Keynes, whilst Brighton, Watford and Crystal Palace made this an unusually prolific decade for First-Time Finalists. It would be twenty-five years before the next – and only other – First-Time Winner to date would succeed Wimbledon. Of the Cup-Winners in this decade, ironically only Spurs, the new record holders, would not have future victories to anticipate.


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