The highest of highs: How we celebrated Rashford's late winner

It quite simply does not get better than a goal in injury time to steal victory from the brink of a disappointing draw.

Here’s what some of our writers made of that moment full of raw emotion on Saturday evening...

SAM CARNEY: CALM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STORM

I was lucky enough to be in the Old Trafford press box at the weekend, so my celebrations were measured in contrast to most!

Not only did we have the ear-splitting roar to greet Rashford’s strike hitting the net, but the delirium around the ground continued when we discovered Cavani was onside. Jon Moss’s full-time whistle followed and those three incidents combined to create the loudest noise I’ve heard at the Theatre of Dreams for a good while.

I had to whip my phone out and grab some video of the celebrations and, looking back on those clips, it’s great to see MUTV’s co-commentator Ben Thornley – stationed on the row in front of me – stood up and applauding the players along with the rest of the crowd. Go on, Ben!

LIAM BRADFORD: THE HIGHEST OF HIGHS

There’s only one thing better than a last-second winner at the Stretford End and that’s a winner that you’ve all but given up hope of happening. When Marcus Rashford popped up at the back post to convert Edi Cavani’s cross in the 93rd minute, Old Trafford had resigned themselves to the fact it wasn’t coming.

There’s something special about moments like that, the stadium takes a collective intake of breath as the ball approaches the penalty area. Then there’s a heartbeat of time between the breath being taken and the absolute explosion that comes afterwards. Limbs, scenes, ballooning. Call it what you want, but the explosion of emotion after the Wythenshawe boy wonder scored was almost as brilliant as the goal itself.

As I was screaming down the microphone, on my feet and completely lost in the moment, totally unaware of the words falling out of my mouth, I saw fans experiencing something that only football can provide. Unbridled, unrestrained and complete ecstasy. The highest of highs.

I guarantee there’ll be sore shins and bruised feet as Reds walk to work this week and, after my overexcited commentary, my voice definitely needs a rest but who cares. Rashford. 90+3. Grin.

HARRY ROBINSON: SCRAPED SHINS, SPRING IN YOUR STEP

This was a three-course meal. The goal, the VAR confirmation of it and the full-time whistle. A meal wolfed down in utter delirium. I was one of those fans Liam’s talking about, experiencing pure, unbridled joy. There is nothing like that.

Shins scraped on the backs of seats, a contact lense knocked out mid-bear hug with a stranger, head almost searing with pain from the three separate celebrations. Complete joy.

Songs across the Stretford End bridge, fanzine sellers smiling (probably because it finally wasn’t raining!), everyone with a spring in their step, a never-ending urge to celebrate all night. As my brother turned to me as we were nearing Trafford Bar tram stop, “it’s that stage where nothing’s funny but you just keep laughing.” That’s proper last-minute goal, football joy.