I made my last visit to Goodison yesterday and I’m now glad it’s over as I found the whole atmosphere/experience a bit solemn before,during and after the game.
We made a detour to BMD pre-match and it was quite busy with a steady stream of blues and then parked up and walked along City Road to the ground. Lots of fans about but the noise and “crackle” I associate with big games at Goodison was not there and people seemed to be reflective and contemplative rather than raucous…almost in their own types of individual mourning.
We had a drink in Croft’s(the old supporters club) at the insistence of my son because of his earliest memories of going there with his Grandad. A very gloomy couple of pre-match pints and then onto our spec in the Lower Bullens right on the halfway line but the Park end goal partially obscured by a pillar.
The game changed on Tarkowski’s injury and City bringing Doku on who was so strong,direct and powerful in his running that instantly put us on the back foot.
I thought we might get a point but could not stem the tide in the last 15 minutes.
My final trip ended on a damp squib after bursting into my life in 1970-71 and experiencing the highs and lows of Everton’s fortunes in that period.
The dying embers of football at Goodison Park are still flickering occasionally but after yesterday the first match at BMD can’t come quick enough for me.
To Goodison Park

repare to stand down as your service is nearly done.