Mine had to be Iain Dowies disasterous own goal for West Ham against Stockport.
I remember watching the highlights of match on “Match of the Day”. It was an F.A. cup game, and West Ham were one nil up.
A corner was swun in by the Stockport midfielder, and cleared the near post. No one jumped for it, until a claret and blue clad body rose salmon like from the penalty spot, connected perfectly with the floated ball, and sent a bullet-like header in to the back of the net.
The Crowd, and the players were in awe of the move, and for a brief second silence filled the ground, and the T.V. sets, and living rooms of the people watching.
The way that Dowie rose to meet the ball, it was as if he was claiming the ball, claiming his place in the hearts of football fans worldwide.
I remember thinking to myself that this was something I would be telling my grandkids, as Dowies neckmuscles tensed, building up the force to direct the ball with power into the top forner of the net.
The only problem with this scenario of now legend, was that, Although Stockport took the corner, Iain Dowie was playing for their opposition, West Ham.
He had scored the most beautiful goal he would ever score into his own net.
15 minutes later, Brett Angel rose with Dowie-like aplomb to put Stockport into the lead from another corner, which ended up being unassailable by the Hammers.
Stockport won the game 2-1, knocking West Ham out of the F.A. Cup in the second round.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever, Even if it came off the gratuitous forehead of Iain Dowie.