Your greatest 'moment' at Goodison

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.
Wow just wow!!

Good you got that out of your system mate.

Amazing.
 

One of my most terrifying moments at Goodison, I think was the game before that Sheff Wed one when we beat Chelsea 5-2.
I was in the Gwladys Street and got caught against the crush barrier during the surge when Whittle scored. I genuinely feared for my life, I could barely breath and it seemed to last forever even though I was pressed against it for probably no more than 30 seconds or so.
It really shook me up and I always tried to get in front of a barrier after that.
Same happened to me at that game but broke three ribs. St John’s pulled me out and Joe Royle asked if I was ok, nearly fainted.
 
It’s a toss up between three “moments”!
Watching that team, Holy Trinity and all, win the league in 1970, beating West Brom 2-0! The 10 year old me was just overwhelmed by the atmosphere, the noise, and the fact I’d seen them win the League,
The Bayern Munich game, enough said!
Finally my six year old daughter being Toffee Girl, meeting the players, her handing a packet of Everton mints to Walter Smith 🥴, and most of all just being stood on the pitch with her!
 
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But actually what Tommye said. I don't get there enough to be a regular, but walking up the steps and seeing the entire grounds just unfold in your eyes. Magical. I did it for the last time at the Man City match a few weeks ago.
 
My first league game, vs Middlesbrough on 26th December 1995. We won 4-0 and I don't remember a single goal, just remember jumping up four times and looking at my Dad to see his reaction. After that I just wanted to go again and again and started to get the odd ticket throughout the rest of the season until I got my Season Ticket in 97. One of the highlights for me that season was the 2-0 win over Liverpool when Cadamarteri scored, the atmosphere was incredible and people were hugging and kissing each other.

Another exciting period was watching Rooney coming through, I've never seen anyone like it. When he warmed up it was insane to see him striking a ball. Every time he would get on the ball, the whole crowd just got excited and stood up, it was truly mesmerising.
 

Just that last step for me when you reach the top of the stairs and see the ground appear in front of you. Still gives me goosebumps more than 50yrs after I first climbed those stairs as a 3yr old.

Just magical
I know nobody's died, but will be thinking of you on the weekend climbing those stairs for the last time. I hope you manage to find the joy in it as well as the sadness.
 
This popped up on social media,worth a read.
“How do you go from being a kid watching Everton from the Boys’ Pen to having a statue on Goodison Road?” he says, with genuine astonishment. “If someone had presented me back then with a history of my life in football I’d have said: ‘Don’t be silly, nothing like that is ever going to happen to me.’ But it did. When I was told the statue was going to be made it was one of my proudest moments. I’ve had a fantastic football life and it amazes me when I look back on it.
Colin, with his younger brother, Brian, would go in the Boys’ Pen. Situated in the rear corner of the lower Gwladys Street terrace, it was a floor-to-ceiling cage from which there was no escape. The boys would rendezvous with their dad outside the pawnbrokers afterwards.

“It was Lord of the Flies in there,” he recalls. “The dominant ones stood in the front. I always had to have an eye on my younger brother to make sure he was all right. You were caged in by steel bars. I think the idea was to stop us climbing out and getting in with the adults behind the goal. I remember looking around from the Boys’ Pen and thinking: ‘Blinking heck, Goodison is enormous.’ It held around 70,000 then. But it was cheap. I don’t think it cost even a shilling [the equivalent of 5p today] to get in the Boys’ Pen.”
 

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