It's been a week dominated by that goal. Since most of us watched it live on Sky in assorted, noisy pubs around the country, we were denied expert analysis. Nobody cared.
Exultant, delirious roars can do that. As Ryan Giggs cantered around Villa Park with his white shirt waving like a red rag at Arsenal dreams, no one doubted that we had witnessed something special. As it turned out, we hadn't missed much "expert-wise".
ITV's Big Ron Atkinson's analysis of Giggsy's gem consisted of "Bye Bye, Beep Beep, Bang!" It sounded like the Coyote had finally bagged his Road Runner.
On BBC's Grandstand on Saturday, Ray Stubbs and Mark Lawrenson decided to try to place Giggs' effort among the "classic solo greats".
As time fillers go, it was pretty enjoyable. Ricky Villa in the 1981 Cup Final; George Weah, who pulled the ball down in his own AC Milan box and then went for a walk; Baggio in the 1990 World Cup. All great stuff. There was even the 1994 World Cup when a Saudi nonentity called Oirwann got a rush of blood and guaranteed himself a four-wheel drive for life.
"It's still Giggs for me," opined Lawro. "In the context of what happened and when it happened, plus it's against Arsenal and in the last few minutes of the semi-final."
Whoah! What had happened to Number Three in the list? Remember that little tyke, oh, what's his name, eh, Diego something. Picked up the ball in his half in a World Cup quarter-final and mesmerised the midfield and defence of a major European soccer power. That was a bit good, wasn't it?
Apparently not as good as Wednesday night's effort. Time usually makes great events even greater in the public consciousness, but obviously not if you're a midget Argentinian with a penchant for pelleting journalists and really stooping low to snort that goal line.
Comparisons of sporting greatness are invidious anyway. As Lawro hinted, context is everything, but whatever place he'll take in the "classic list", Giggs can be assured of being on it. That will do.
If Wednesday night proved anything though, it was that RTE really is sucking off the hind tit in its attempts to show live domestic sport through the winter. Whereas Sky had Villa Park and Giggs, RTE on Saturday had Ballinasloe and Jimmy Screene, the "cult hero" of Buccaneers Rugby Club.
Not that I'm dissing Jimmy. Despite an 18.5 st frame, Jimmy is clearly a proficient player and he and his club are through to the playoffs, having beaten Lansdowne.
It's just that, in a tele-visual sense, Saturday's game didn't shout "Watch me!" What it did say was "Count your lucky stars you're not here too."
The RTE team did its best, but there was never a sense of potential greatness or classic lists in the offing. Instead, as Ryle Nugent queried Mick Quinn and Eamon Molloy, The Fields of Athenry wafted in the background courtesy of a particularly tinny speaker.
An appalling song at the best of times, this time it sounded like it was being sung by George Raft injected with cortisone. The two teams ran out to face George and what seemed the tail end of Hurricane Mitch.
As the camera focussed on the green fields of Co Galway intertwining luxuriantly with the cars sinking rapidly in the car park, Michael Corcoran and Tony Ward had little option but to concentrate on the obvious.
"The gentle breeze has become a howling wind," said Michael gravely.
"Yeah, the wind is very strong," agreed Tony.
"You can see what I mean by driving rain," continued Michael as what seemed a convoy of bedraggled Kosovars hoved into view in a corner of the pitch. "Not too many umbrellas . . . Everybody trying to shelter," chattered Michael, who sounded like he was about to announce he was going for a walk and may not be back for some time.
Whether he got back alive, I'm not sure. The sweet enveloping blanket of sleep had covered me.
Annoyingly, sleep wouldn't come when the BBC quiz They Think It's All Over disastrously returned to our screens. Maybe it was because the sheer awfulness of this programme demanded attention.
"Have you borrowed Don King's hair," Gary Lineker asked Jo Brand.
"Have you borrowed Bernard Manning's arse for your face," replied Brand. And this is supposed to be scripted. How Wildean.
A "face" compiled by bits of three sporting stars brought "I've had her!" from Rory McGratt (sic). "No, I'm sorry, that was Graham Rix!" Ha, ha, bloody ha.
No, if laughs are what you want, Channel 4 is the place to go. At Ayr races on Saturday the favourite for the 3.25 was a hay-burner called Crazy Horse. "The favourite is getting a little nervous," considered Alasdair Down. "He is slightly tugging his lad." OK, it's a sign of a juvenile mind.
Consider instead, from Gazzetta Football Italia, James Richardson's summing up of Lazio coach Sven Goran Ericsson's problem at having none of his first choice back four available for the weekend.
"Hmmm, talk about Sven hassle!"
