The fact that in winning the World Championship for the first time in 2019, it was Higgins who he defeated in the final – the man who had broken his heart on so many occasions before – would have made victory taste all the sweeter, without quite healing the wounds from the previous year.
Back to 2018 and for all their quarter-final clash would have long-term significance for Trump and the whole landscape of snooker, the match itself was one that had everything. A slow-burner to begin with, both players feeling their way into the contest like heavyweight boxers, it then exploded into life, the pendulum swinging back and forth before Higgins finally landed the knockout blow.
After an opening session that only served to whet the appetite for what was to come, Trump made the first move; his usual brawn mixed with a new-found sense of steely calmness under pressure allowing him to build a four-frame advantage until Higgins roared into life like so many times before.
When the Scot rattled off breaks of 65, 61, 53, 56, 51 and 51, he had turned the match on its head, though Trump’s brave intervention in frame 16 ensured the scores were all square ahead of the third and final session.
When hostilities resumed on Thursday evening, the crowd welcomed the players with the sort of electric Crucible atmosphere reserved for the most special of snooker matches. It was as if those watching knew what was in store, tension hanging in the air, and they certainly wouldn’t have been disappointed with what played out over the ensuing few hours.
Having managed to wrestle back some of the momentum in the final frame of the previous session, Trump ran with it and when he picked Higgins’ pocket in the frame 20 to lead 11-9, he clenched his first in delight as he left the arena for the mid-session interval with victory almost his. Or so he thought.
But then it began. The Higgins fightback. One which Trump had been on the receiving end of when surrendering a 10-7 lead in the World Championship final of 2011 and one he appeared powerless to stop once again.
It was vintage Higgins; gritted teeth, nerves of steel and some of the best snooker under pressure you could ever wish to see. From 11-9 down, he compiled breaks of 75, 72 and 134 to surge into the lead at 12-11, his generally peerless percentage snooker temporarily replaced by all-out attack - even if the cue-ball wasn’t always obeying his commands.
And it worked. The man nicknamed the 'Wizard of Wishaw' was now taking on and taking down one of the biggest hitters in snooker at his own game, reminding us all, and himself, that even at 42 years of age, Higgins still had the firepower in his armoury when it was needed most.
But still it wasn’t over, Trump proving beyond any doubt that the boy had become a man when ruthlessly pouncing on a miss from Higgins in frame 24 to force a decider.
As the players shook hands – two giants of the sport with obvious respect for one another – warm words and smiles were shared, just as they would be 25 minutes later, but Higgins could still smell blood and once again, it was he who proved strongest at the finish line.
When a desperately tough opening red to middle with the white close to the baulk cushion was rolled into the heart of the pocket with an almost ignorance of the situation, the crowd once again threatened to take off the Crucible roof as Higgins strode around the table with all the purpose of a man very much in the zone.
Forty-three points later and he was almost there, a purse of Trump’s lips painting the picture of a warrior finally defeated, but a missed straight red from Higgins gave his opponent hope, if only for a short while.
With the balls well placed for a counter attack, a match-winning one in this case, Trump desperately tried to force an opening but Higgins was in no mood for backing down and when he found another sublime long red that was thumped into the back of the pocket as if it had been hanging over its jaws, the match was all but over.
All that was left for Higgins was a few more routine pots to close out the match, a couple of fist pumps to his supporters in the crowd finally allowing the emotion of the moment to come out before he and Trump were once again joined in warm embrace; memories of two champion sportsmen shaking hands at the end of a classic encounter all the more poignant in the climate the world now finds itself in two years on.
As Higgins pointed out afterwards: “I don’t know what it is with me and Judd, we keep on producing classic matches. The way he was clearing up all the time to nick frames told me he was ready to win it.”
In time, Higgins would be proved correct, but Trump’s moment would have to wait, for this was Higgins’ night; another memorable one in a distinguished and remarkable career.