Your greatest 'moment' at Goodison


My first season ticket in the Main Stand, felt like a God because I could actually see the game, me being knee high to a grasshopper at the time. Oh for a Latchford now.
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Mine is a bit of a weird one. I was on a run of games, we were fighting relegation but the 6/7 games I had made it to at Goodison we hadn’t lost. I almost felt like that season I had to goto the game. I begged my manager to let me goto the Chelsea game. He let me.

I sat in the main stand next to 2 girls and I remember z cars making me very emotional, always does, but we won that game 1-0 and Pickford performed that wonder save. At the end of the game I have the girl next to me a massive hug. It was a great moment, I stayed and sang my heart out. That season I really felt part of the club. I hated it but loved it all the same.
 
Every second of every match day at GP for the last 35-40 years. It’s not one single thing, or goal or moment. It’s the sense of belonging, from walking from Stanley Park Car Park and seeing the Old Lady getting closer, the buzz in the streets around the ground, the click of the turnstiles (made in Salford, Manchester I noted a few games ago), scrummaging through the pint-and-pie queues to get to the steps in the Paddock and then that wonderful sight of lush green turf and a ground full of Evertonians. Just irreplaceable.
Sunday is going to be a tough day.
 

Mid 90s game against Forest when Ferguson, Watson and Kanchelskis all scored. No idea why it sticks in my memory so strongly.

Beating Arsenal 6-1 in my first visit would be up there.

Then the FA Cup quarter final against Middlesbrough which was the first time I took my lad.

My most recent match since moving to Australia was the last minute capitulation to Luton in the cup ffs.
 
Remember having a really blocked nose bothering me all week in the run up to a game, once I got in into the ground, I miraculously managed to fish out the offending crusty snot ball and wiped it on some old girl swede.
Glorious days indeed.
Coincidentally ended up having to do the same thing bout 10 years ago up in Sunderland
 
Can't wait for Saturday to be over, don't really want to leave but appreciate we have to, just feel like I'm leaving a massive part of my life behind & family & friends. Just have to embrace our new place, we will make it great like Goodison. Goodbye & God bless my friend.
 
Goodison under lights.
Rooney. Halfway. Hat-trick.

Had travelled back for that game after living overseas for 13 years. Was there with my girlfriend (now wife), brother and Dad. If I could bottle any moment in my life and relive it, it would be that.

Given that Mrs PercyThePig would completely understand that being ahead of our wedding day, is exactly why she is Mrs now.
 

I'm old enough to have seen us win silverware but mine was against Palace when we came back from 2nil down to avoid relegation but not for the obvious reason.
My mum passed away earlier that season following a hard fought battle with cancer, and I was devastated.
As i remember it we actually started the season pretty well under Rafael Benitez but almost to the day my mum past away our form fell off a cliff (she passed away on the 20th October).
The mind is a funny thing, and it'll take two completely separate events and link them together in an almost symbiotic way. My grief-riddled brain took Everton's poor form and blamed the whole thing on my mum's passing, and you know that thing where all rationality disappears - that's where my head was at.
Added to that I wasn't actually confronting my grief - it felt far easier to get angry at a football team than face my loss. Anyways, two nil down - relegation feels inevitable and then we come back and win - and at full time I just burst into tears, uncontrollably for about 3 minutes which is a bloody long time to cry. I'd wanted to do that for months, I needed to do that and it just didn't happen, no matter how sad I was, how heartbroken... That overwhelming release of emotion of a game of football was the first steps to dealing with my loss and getting closure.
 
At the Derby one time there was a kopite sitting in front of myself and a friend of mine. By the accent, he was obviously from nowhere near Liverpool. We were quite young at the time, and had been furnish with some sweets to have during the game by one of our mothers. That kopite went home with about 42 half chewed Opal Fruits in the hood of his coat. I always wonder what happened when he got home. Ah memories.
I think you're skitting me, but I don't mind. Took me a few minutes to realise it tho. ;) 🤣
 
When @Goat accused someone of being a red, only to met with a reply that he actually accompanied him on a walk to Goodison, reminding him he had a cold at the time.

I wasn’t at the game, but I was there in spirit my brethren.
 
I don't have much of a relationship with me da nowadays, in fact we haven't exchanged a word in almost a year, but he did provide me with my best Goodison experience about 30 years ago - 21 January 1995 to be precise.

We played Palace and won 3-1, Dunc scoring two and Rideout one.

After the game he'd somehow managed to get us into the player's lounge to meet the players. Got photos with Matt Jackson, Dave Watson, David Unsworth, David Burrows. I don't remember getting to meet Big Nev unfortunately. Dad had got us a little Everton autograph book, still got it somewhere at their home.

The only sad thing about it is the one player I really wanted to meet - Duncan - was man of the match and not there because he was tied up with all medics duties!

Great memory that in fairness.
 

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