
I hate all you yank/aussie/Kiwi tits yeno. I was forced on Everton by family members that just told, 'eh lad u support these yeno' the [Poor language removed] was i supposed to there. Family are kopites. Mum and Uncle blue. Me uncle was sound so [Poor language removed] it..
Not that i have a problem with it like, it's great being local, love/d the match.
Anyway what i'm getting to, any other lucky tits get to share their first experiences of going to Goodison, share it, its one of my favourite things reading on here.
...After Chico's pictures of course...
Awful language there, apololgies, had a few
Last night was quite an experience. Let me give you some context. Btw, this is going to go on for a while, so move on if you don't have the time or inclination.
I am from the land of SEC football and folks who are considered knowledgable if they are aware that Chelsea dresses in blue while ManU is kitted out in red. My first life's experience of seeing a match surrounded by evertonians was last night. It was beyond wonderful.
First, from the stewards to the bizzies, to the regular guy in the pub, everyone was just so NICE. Spent the trip on the soccer bus on the way over talking with other arl arses about things Everton and how I came to be where I was and why. Some were amazed to see this guy from Florida who knew who Dixie was, others not so much.
Spent several minutes by Dixie's statue with some stewards helping get the tickets sorted with which box office to go to for what, and actually got sorted out perfectly in an Old School manner in minutes. Walked thru Walton checking out the yout swilling lager in the McDs parking lot, and the seemingly dozens of pubs packed out to the curb (whoops, kerb) with those prepping for the game. A certain WUM gave me a reason to trek to the Thomas for a brew, where I got to see young men doing shots in front of some orange girls while conversing with very dialed in youngsters sporting blue jerseys and football knowledge. It was very comfortable, actually.
Then, back to Goodison, in the turnstile, up the stairs, up the escalator to the aerie of the top balcony, where we were packed in elbow to elbow, toes to bums with folks peering over the edge to our favorite perfect pitch. Hearing Z cars, seeing the intro, hearing the snap of the sound of the Gwladys Street hitting my ears like a well placed left cross, and watching our heroes bury a pretty good Wolfsburg side, we'll... What do you think. How good was it? It was the pure sex, that's what it was. Pointed out Bobby's brown brogues to my love, and heard her say "you know, this is so much better than what we used to get at the Jags games".
Back to the bus/train and back to central city. Crashed in a heap after our unique 36 hours since walking out our door in JAX.
As Joe Jackson once sang back in the day, "it's a big world, with so much to do". Finally, a lone Evertonian was no longer alone.
I still do this, 40 years after the first time.
Every. Single. Time.
I think the point I want to make to you Scousers is that we do not CHOOSE from afar. We begin watching the jogo bonito, and in the process it is revealed to us that we are Evertonian. For me, it happened one night when we played Arsenal off the pitch and proceeded to lose 4 - 1. Counter attacking b*****s... Eduardo did his karma no good that night, as we went on to see. Goodison reached out to me that night and it was the closest thing I've known to the first time I saw my wife.haha unbelievable, reading some words on a laptop screen written by two arl arses i don't know, making the hairs on my neck stand up - this thread is everton all over.
awestruck my first time at goodison, especially z-cars - back in the day when i'd only seen everton on MOTD, so had no idea about the tune - best day of my life so far, that may never change.
AND WE LOVE YOU, EVERTON!
I think the point I want to make to you Scousers is that we do not CHOOSE from afar. We begin watching the jogo bonito, and in the process it is revealed to us that we are Evertonian... Goodison reached out to me that night and it was the closest thing I've known to the first time I saw my wife.
This is quite true for me as well. Mrs Nigh started watching matches with me because I was watching them, but when we walked into Goodison it was confirmed--she knew she belonged.
Thanks so much, woolly one. We both were made up to see you and the others. (Mrs - they're so nice!) All top lads indeed. Really enjoyed talking footy both here and abroad, and talking some classic rasslin with our mate I recognized as soon as he walked the door. Never knew I would be discussing the Funk brothers and the Brisco boys from back in the day in Walton. And of course, the one and only American Dream. You never know. I'll soon have something special up for him on these pages.On a day when we got our arses spanked ( again ) by Palace some of GOT met @mezzrow and his wife.
Lovely people, and I wish we could have delivered another win for you today mate, but you've witnessed the highs and lows of supporting Everton in the flesh over the last few days, which is probably how it should be.
Come back again soon.
Heard the thing read out at half time for a couple from Jacksonville over for the two games this week.
Wonder who that was about.