In the second half the strain told, and Newcastle put the game on ice with two more goals. In the closing minutes the Manchester goalkeeper, Bert Trautmann (a former German POW who is now the idol of Manchester fans), was mercilessly peppered by the Newcastle forwards, and the score might easily have been much higher. Scenting victory, Newcastle supporters around the great bowl began to chant Blaydon Races, the triumphant tribal song of northeast England.
Then it was the long final whistle, and Jimmy Scoular, Newcastle captain, getting the cup from the hands of the Queen, and the Manchester squad, tired and sweating, trotting into the tunnel, heads low. Then wave after wave of cheers crashing across the arena as Scoular walked over the field, happily waving the cup, his colleagues in the black-and-white striped shirts waving too and grinning in the greatest moment of their lives. Finally the crowd, reluctant to leave, thinning slowly.
Another Cup Final was history—and Newcastle luck had held.