My son (born 1987) couldn't make the game last night - recovering from an operation. So instead we exchanged texts throughout the game. This is his response after the final whistle.
I was about to say before... It's not really fair (but not your fault at all) that you grew up as a young boy in the 60s when we had a great team, and your passion for Everton grew (and was rewarded in the mid 80s) and you've had the memories, success and satisfaction, joy, wonder, unbridled amazement... and the whole journey. And you've witnessed the waxing and waning, so you know how it goes, but you've always had those things from way before I was born or realised what football can be and what Everton means.
But I... I've had the last vestiges of a swan song: born in the final summer of sunshine, witnessing the disparate growth and dominance of a select few. There was the scrappy and (perhaps) undeserved FA cup... 20 years ago, which I barely remember. But all I've known is squandered potential and unfulfilled promise, threats of relegation, once great players cameos as has-beens, awesome starlets shipped out so we can remain financially viable.
And it's moments like this that.... I don't know. Teach me the value of patience.
But it's still saddening, sometimes.
I was about to say before... It's not really fair (but not your fault at all) that you grew up as a young boy in the 60s when we had a great team, and your passion for Everton grew (and was rewarded in the mid 80s) and you've had the memories, success and satisfaction, joy, wonder, unbridled amazement... and the whole journey. And you've witnessed the waxing and waning, so you know how it goes, but you've always had those things from way before I was born or realised what football can be and what Everton means.
But I... I've had the last vestiges of a swan song: born in the final summer of sunshine, witnessing the disparate growth and dominance of a select few. There was the scrappy and (perhaps) undeserved FA cup... 20 years ago, which I barely remember. But all I've known is squandered potential and unfulfilled promise, threats of relegation, once great players cameos as has-beens, awesome starlets shipped out so we can remain financially viable.
And it's moments like this that.... I don't know. Teach me the value of patience.
But it's still saddening, sometimes.
