Your Everton player stories


davids said:
Used to buy a few bits in Lots Red. Shame the way it's changed. Walked down from the station the length of Kings Rd. World's End pub shut. Criminal .
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It was great in the 90s and all those little auction houses had many a bargain to kit out a house/flat.

Started to change from 2000 onwards and all those old warehouses being converted into flats was the death knell for the old area.
 
Briefly met Richarlison when he was in a car on the way to watch us play Rotherham United in a League Cup match when suspended following a sending off for a headbutt against Bournemouth.

I also met Andre Gomes, Idrissa Gana Gueye and Jonjoe Kenny at a home friendly match against Kenyan side Gor Mahia back when we were sponsored by Sports Pesa. John Bailey led the stadium tour which I went on at Goodison too, so I have met him as well.

From those encounters, Kenny left the best impression on me as he seemed the happiest to meet supporters.
 


BirkenheadBlue said:
Not really an Everton story, but more of a “stick it to the RS story”

On millennium eve I’d been invited to this massive party at the house of a friend of the family who were absolutely loaded. Massive house in Willaston. I was 18 at the time.

They’d had this huge marquee put up in the garden for the do, plus a second one that had a load of rented in games in it. Pool table, arcade machines… and a table football table.

A few hours into the night and I’ve obviously had a few drinks. Not hammered (yet) but definitely more than a bit merry.

Couple of mates and I wander into the games tent, and there’s Bruce Grobelaar holding court on the table football table, having apparently beaten a bunch of people in a row.

Now, one addition to the story. We had the exact same table in our 6th form common room, and I had spent WAY too much of the preceding 18 months playing on it. Table football might actually be (depressingly) the thing I’ve been the most above average at in my life.

Anyway, after (very little) goading from my mate, I step up and “challenge” Grobelaar.

Beat him 7-0 in a match that lasted no more than a minute and half at most

It’s the little victories. 😝
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On a related theme, my stag weekend in Galway 2008 coincided with a Liverpool ‘Legends’ team playing a fixture against the local side. We bumped into them in a bar in town and I spent a good couple of minutes ranting at Bruce Grobbelaar, calling him a corrupt so and so etc. He stood there calmly taking it all in and when I’d finally finished berating him, he just said: “I’m John Wark, mate” and walked off.
 
May 9th 1992, Jury's Hotel Ballsbridge Dublin. I'm 14 and a ball boy at the FAI Cup Final the following day (Cork City vs Bohs). My father and his buddies are in the bar watching the eurovison which Linda Martin won (why me?) so I head back to the room. Turn the corner and Neville Southall is coming against me, it's just the two of us in the corridor and I absolutely wet myself. Head down,.mutter something like Hi Nev and he stops me for a chat,.an absolute gentleman and he made my day. Following day it was lashing rain and 10 mins into the game Mick Conroy says to me.come.in here out of that rain and I spend the cup final sitting on the Cork City bench...
 

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