My earliest memory of going to a game this, can remember everything about it.
7 Years old and went along with my dad, never really grasping the consequences of that day until looking back now, I thought that was the normal way Everton fans watched football matches.
I remember sitting in the Lower Gwladys, smack bang in line with Gareth Farrelly as he hit that peach of a volley.
I wasn't able to see Nick Barmby's Pen so some random fella lifted me onto his shoulders, i never have forgiven him for that.
Thomas Myhre forgetting to bring a towel and letting a Dion Dublin header slide right between his palms.
And then the noises, that we were staying up, I had no idea it wasn't even due to us, but in fact another game 200 miles away!
Finally being on the pitch and whilst Some woman screaming that we needed the pitch for next season and my dad picking up blades of grass and me claiming a slab of the 6 yard box in front of the Gwladys, after carrying this metre squared piece of turf down Priory and Breck Road we layed it in my Grandad's Garden where it is still going now.
Madness looking back on it now, but it was probably what got me into Everton and had it not been for staying up that day i may actually have lived a happy life so far.