Ross Wallace, Lucas Joao and Sam Hutchinson are the names on the scoresheet. Everyone else in a blue and white shirt on the pitch more than played their part, too.
But there were 30-odd thousand other reasons why Sheffield Wednesday saw off Arsenal at Hillsborough in the Capital One Cup.
If we are all honest, the atmosphere at the old ground hasn't exactly been likely to cause the Richter scale any concerns over the past couple of years. But buoyed by a team in form, a charismatic cult figure of a new manager, supplemented by an owner willing to put his hand in his pocket, and a fresh breed of heroes, Hillsborough, last night, awoke from its slumber.
The stadium has seen better days in terms of her looks, but with the visit of the Gunners, proof was there that there's still fire in her belly.
Between 7.30pm and touching 10 o'clock, Hillsborough rocked. From Hi-Ho Sheffield Wednesday to Carlos Had a Dream and a few others that hadn't seen the light of day since the last promotion, three sides of the ground sent roars into the Sheffield air and the players responded with one of the Owls' best displays for years.
On the pitch they hassled and harried, giving Arsenal no time to breathe. Off it, they sounded their approval with vociferous delight. This was Sheffield on a big football night.
Last season Tottenham came to town to take on United in this competition, and Bramall Lane bounced following a brave performance by the Blades; this time the Owls picked up the mantel and again showed the passion this city still has for the game it founded.
When the final whistle blew, some of the supporters looked as though they'd played themselves. Some were shellshocked. Others beamed. All of them were hoarse.
This was a Hillsborough of old... and if this team continues in their current vein, this could well be a Hillsborough of the future.