I remember that semi at old Trafford 1971 ,I have never been so crushed as I was on the open end that day ,another game we should of won but didn't I had tears in my eyes walking back to the car after the game.Charlie George at least gave us some comfort in the final I had an Arsenal scarf and rosette on all day on the day of the final and got some major scowls from reds when I went down the shops on the morning of the game.
Remember during the weeks build up Shankly was asked about Everton and he said, 'Who are they'. At the half time whistle we started singing, 'Shankly, Shankly what's our name, Shankly what's our name'. Absolutely deafening coming form 30 000 plus Evertonians singing as one.
After every cup final we would all get out and on to the field and play football. The art was to mimic something from the final. Every time an Evertonian scored we would just fall to the ground Charlie Georgeesk with our arms outstretched above our heads.
As far as Tommy Wright' drinking goes, he would go into the Bluehouse, after most home games about 6.00 pm and roll out more than often at 10.30., stagger down to County Road and hail a cab.
I think the 1970s World Cup didn't help and was a contributing factor to our slump in 1970-71 season. Bally played every game, Labone played in 3, Harvey played in 1 I think and Tommy Wright played in one. Post World Cup slump. Also it didn't help that Westie's marriage was on the rocks and he was going through a divorce. It affected his form so much he was dropped for Andy Rankin.
That team should have been the springboard for a great Everton era, but sadly it never materialised.
Shankly was born in a mountain glen
seduced himself with a fountain pen
the ink ran free the ink ran wild
and he gave birth to a red and white child
they call the b*****d Evans, they call the b******d Evans
He's here, he's there, he's every f****** where, Alan Ball, Alan Ball