From Wayne Rooney’s overhead kick to Andy Carroll’s first Liverpool goal – Goal.com reporters relive the greatest moments of the Premier League…

In terms of action, intrigue, and high-tempo drama, Tottenham’s visit to the Hawthorns will not sit high on the list of memorable moments for most Spurs or West Brom fans, but in what was my first outing of the season, it presented one event which I had never foreseen.

Donning the No.13 shirt, former Arsenal captain William Gallas – having crossed the same infamous north London divide which has plagued former team-mate Sol Campbell – the French veteran made his debut for Harry Redknapp’s side.

As the former villain’s name was announced on the Hawthorn’s Tannoy, travelling supporters – notoriously the most loyal followers of any side – were perplexed as to how to react. Some booed, a few clapped, while the rest remained bamboozled by his presence.

His outing marked the start of a sublime contribution to Spurs’ season, and though few admitted it at the time, deep down the Spurs faithful never expected anything less.

I was sceptical of Chicharito’s ability before seeing him in the flesh, and when the ball bounced off the back of his head into the back of the net to open the scoring I presumed it was a lucky ricochet, and so did the rest of the guys sat next to me, until the replays started to roll and there was a ripple of excitement down the row of press seats when it dawned on us that he’d meant it; he’d jumped with his back to goal and wrenched his neck to get the power on it to steer it in.

I’ve seen lots of great goals this season, but Hernandez’s first at Stoke is the one that always springs to mind above all else: any doubts about him were wiped away with that audacious bit of skill, and it was clear he’d go on to become a fan favourite, as evidenced when supporters swept down from the stand to celebrate with him after he lashed in a late winner in the same game.

Bolton travelling to the Stadium of Light sounds just about as boring a game as you could imagine, but a moment of absolute goalkeeping genius from Craig Gordon made this one stand out for me.

Zat Knight’s toe-poke was past him, it was from point blank range, but somehow he got his hand to it and flicked it out of play.

It was such a good save that it was already over the bar and the man on the post was just reacting to block it. It is up there with Sunderland legend Jimmy Montgomery’s stunning double save in the 1973 FA Cup final.

The Premier League can often be routine – the same teams, the same players – but this season has given the elite something different. Namely, Blackpool Football Club.

Not long ago they were a fourth tier team and going nowhere. But the Seasiders have ruffled many feathers this year and for me this was illustrated best by the DJ Campbell goal at Bloomfield Road against the biggest of the big clubs, Manchester United.

The goal gave Blackpool a 2-0 lead against the most successful side in England, and the noise 16,000 Tangerines made that night was epic. Blackpool this season summed up what football is all about – win or lose, it was a whole lot of fun.

The goal itself was a piece of sublime skill from James McCarthy and the reaction it got in the ground was fantastic. It had been a typical local rivalry between two teams struggling for form but it was illuminated by the talented Irish midfielder in the 56th minute and it is a goal that I feel privileged to have witnessed live.

As he received the ball in the box McCarthy quickly shifted the ball from his right to left foot, took out a lunging Blackburn defender, then flicked the ball in the air just high enough for him to volley it past Paul Robinson.

Now that makes it sound quite simple but when you think that he had Blackburn defenders lunging at him and the giant Christopher Samba throwing himself at the ball, the composure and skill McCarthy showed was something very special indeed.

Had Ronaldo or Messi scored the goal it would have been revered as one of the goals of the season, no doubt.

At its very essence, sports writing should be about celebrating brilliant sport. For this correspondent, there was no greater microcosm of footballing excellence than Wayne Rooney’s phenomenal bicycle kick against Manchester City.

A zillion replays might have proved that Rooney shinned it a touch but the 76th minute of Manchester United’s 26th Premier League game featured a goal that had the two key ingredients for greatness: meaning and technical majesty.

The athletic finish was jaw-droopingly good, the crowd reaction was spine-tingling and it felt immediately and afterwards as a name-on-the-trophy moment.

For me, it’s watching Scott Parker’s deft finish against Liverpool at Upton Park. The build-up to the goal was excellent, as was the execution.

Avram Grant revealed after the match his talisman couldn’t walk or move his arms prior to the game but Parker showcased his typical grit, desire and composure in West Ham’s midfield that afternoon.

The win lifted Grant’s side off the bottom of the Premier League, and arguably, for the first time, there was genuine belief both from the team and their manager that they would avoid the drop.

It is perhaps an understatement to say that Villa fans were slow to warm to the appointment of Frenchman Gerard Houllier at the start of the season – and that could not have been more evident than in March when they lost to rivals Wolves at home.

Sitting in the press box in the main stand, the hatred and vitriol directed at Houllier was unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. Some of the things that were shouted at the Frenchman were barely repeatable to my friends at the pub later on, let alone here.

With just minutes to play and Villa looking like they wouldn’t score if they played all night, one fan directly in front of me made a run for the pitch, presumably to try and get at Houllier, but was successfully stopped by the stewards.

What made the day even more remarkable was, once Houllier had disappeared down the tunnel, the players got applauded as they left the pitch. The same Villa players who had just put in a lethargic, woeful performance and lost to Wolves for the first time in 30 years!

Fulham’s 2010-11 won’t be remembered for many reasons, though I can be proud to say I was there for the most bizarre occurrence at the Cottage this season.

The announcement that Mohamed Al Fayed was to unveil a statue of Michael Jackson raised eyebrows that would have made Carlo Ancelotti jealous, but it isn’t until you actually see the thing that its true monstrosity and irrelevance can be appreciated. 

While aesthetically appearing to be made out of play-dough, almost four generations of Jackson are crammed into a single entity. If Fulham fans will be grateful for one thing, it must be that the players were so determined to distance themselves from the humiliation that they cruised to a 3-0 win over Blackpool.

I was at Anfield for Andy Carroll’s first Liverpool goal in the 3-0 win against Manchester City. It was a fantastic strike from outside the box and the roar from the Liverpool crowd combined with the sheer delight on his face as he celebrated made this is a memorable moment for me.

A second headed goal came soon after and it certainly felt as if the club had found a new young hero following the departure of Fernando Torres.

Second-half substitute Aaron Lennon had been brought down by Wojciech Szczesny, Martin Atkinson pointed to the spot and, after the customary celebrations, the usually deafening atmosphere at White Hart Lane fell relatively silent as Rafael van der Vaart stepped up.

The nervous energy at the Lane was palpable – the Dutchman had missed penalties against Bolton and Twente – but the former Real Madrid man converted and the stadium erupted as Spurs levelled at 3-3 after being two goals down.

You could see what it meant to Van der Vaart – this was his finest performance in months – but it was more a defining moment for Arsenal. Arsene Wenger’s side had let another lead slip, and it felt as though this blow, against the club’s bitter local rivals, was one Arsenal would not recover from.

It was hyped as the biggest game of the season and it felt like it. The press box at Old Trafford was the busiest I’ve seen for a domestic game and the stadium was full 20 minutes before kick-off as the atmosphere built up.

Chelsea had hauled in United and the title was effectively on the line as Carlo Ancelotti’s side could have moved to top spot in the Premier League with a win.

All the tension and emotion came to the boil as Hernandez raced through on goal in the first attack of the game. It erupted as he swept the ball past Petr Cech with just 36 seconds on the clock.

As the Mexican wheeled off to celebrate, it was just about the loudest noise I have ever heard at a football match as the best part of 75,000 went delirious. Not only was it the most dramatic moment I witnessed all season, it was also the most important as United went on to seal a record-breaking 19th English title.

With the Latics almost certainly poised to follow their opponents into the Championship, their Premier League obituary was written and ready to file. Thanks in no small part to Robert Green’s ineptitude, Charles N’Zgobia gave Wigan the three points and a massive injection of hope for the final weekend.

The atmosphere at the DW Stadium has been slammed throughout the years, though last weekend the ground exploded at the final whistle. Supporters piled onto the pitch and the volume went up to 11.

Wigan folk are meant to only care about their rugby league but last Sunday’s outpouring of joy made sense of every penny lavished on the club by owner Dave Whelan. As the supporters danced arm in arm in front of the press box, you couldn’t help but wish Wigan the best for their clash with Stoke City this Sunday.

If Carlos Tevez’s free-kick against Stoke proves to be his final goal in the Premier League, it would be a fitting mark to remember a man whom for all of his off-field issues has been nothing but a superstar on it.

The speed of the shot as it curled outside and in Sorensen’s left post left me and the rest of the stadium flummoxed, almost speechless. It took a replay on the big screen to clarify what had happened and even the Stoke players had an admiring glance.

Should the Argentinean leave, his 20th Premier League goal of the season was a perfect, painful goodbye to not only City, but to a country that has revelled in his brilliance for the duration of his tumultuous stay.