After the goal (here in British Columbia) I yelled “Yessssss” so loud and long my voice is now hoarse. Won’t ever forget the game - but please Everton never again. I’m too old (76j for this. Up the Toffees!
There’s a poem I’d like you to check out. It’s by Derek Walcott: “Love After Love”. Memorize it. It will help. (As will the energy we call “God”). I’ll keep holding the gate open (praying) for you.
I recommend a consistent meditation practice. It’s the only thing that has enabled me to survive Everton for all these years. Pick any one you like but make it a daily practice. I promise you’ll be able to watch the lads and not get depressed. Hang in there.
That would require someone standing up to Moshiri and saying “This must stop and stop now. Get rid of Kenwright and whoever else on the Board who is counter-productive to the energy on the pitch. Do it NOW!” But no one will.