Ode to Goodison Park
Ah, Goodison Park. The Grand Old Lady.
She’s creaking now, sure – floorboards moan like an old blues tune –
but oh, what a song she’s sung.
I first walked through those rusting turnstiles in ‘73, hand in hand with my dad...
Jeremiah 22:10
Weep not for him who is dead, nor grieve for him, but weep bitterly for him who goes away, for he shall return no more to see his native land.
God bless our sacred Goodison and God bless us all as we move on to pastures new.
I love the new gaff, moreso after going to the 2nd test event and I'm excited for the future.
I just know after Saturday I'm going to be hit with multiple levels of closure all in one go. It'll be like saying goodbye to my late mam and dad...
I have a similar conversation with my wife. I'm quite a stoic person (some may say cold or emotionless), however I can already feel the emotions brewing for Sunday.
The memories of going as a child with my ol' man and family; the decades of...
It’s certainly not hit that a week today will be the last ever hustle and bustle, match day at Goodison.
It certainly going to be missed and Bramley Moore ilhas got a lot to live up to.
I honestly feel like I'm in denial over leaving Goodison. Like many others, Goodison represents many memories of my early childhood to now, old friends, and to family members long gone. Goodison has just always been there. A mainstay. The one...