Match 3. 2019. The derby.
A chill still in the air, leaden skies beginning to darken, a nervous tension crackles around the stands as we wait for Z cars.
Then, as the moment arrives, there's a dip in temperature. As Walton takes on an almost apocalyptic feel, Evertonians glance uncertainly at each other, some whispering 'what is this??' as the unfamiliar tone of an air raid siren screams from the depths of Goodison.
Even we were a little unsettled, but that lot? Well dear readers, they 'kin shat themselves.
A chill still in the air, leaden skies beginning to darken, a nervous tension crackles around the stands as we wait for Z cars.
Then, as the moment arrives, there's a dip in temperature. As Walton takes on an almost apocalyptic feel, Evertonians glance uncertainly at each other, some whispering 'what is this??' as the unfamiliar tone of an air raid siren screams from the depths of Goodison.
Even we were a little unsettled, but that lot? Well dear readers, they 'kin shat themselves.