At some point you may question why you follow Everton, and as an extension of that, why you persist. It...
And thus, what feels like some cruel, weird sleepwalk into the abyss continues, in a season for Everton (football club)...
I really didn’t want to write about Everton really, yet feel compelled to in the same way one looks at...
I’d offer Season’s Greetings but it’s been a long while since Evertonians greeted a season really. And yet we get...
The flow of a season is better appreciated on a wider scale. By zooming out you can chart your team’s...
The slow march continues, to quite where no one really knows. Hopefully it’s somewhere better than before, perhaps even bringing...
It’s been said that Evertonians live life on a knife edge, a mere mosquito hair away from both disaster and...
Many of the strongest feelings in football come from the gut. Rather than – perhaps more rationally – churning through...
The nights start to draw in. The sun lowers in the sky, diffusing everything that its light touches. A chilled...
Then put your little hand in mine, there ain’t no hill or mountain we can’t climb. Like a snoozed alarm,...
Hello again, mate. So that period of reflection, of consolidation, of warmth, of beautiful nothingness called “no Everton to ruin...
So then. Everton making sure that you have sufficient hope just to retain first option on crushing you is very...
