Recently the 'Everton that' trope has done the rounds a lot and has made me laugh the bitter-sweet 'just brushed my teeth and eaten a cola bottle' laugh of a long-suffering blue. At the same time it has made me think of the other 'Everton that' times in my life, the weirdly boss things about being a blue.
My old school mate from Barcelona who I knew when I lived there as a kid came over last season to watch Liverpool v Chelsea. The match was cancelled so I took em to Goodison to watch the fa cup game. I warned them (in true 'Everton that' style) that we'd probably get rolled over at home, but Lukaku did a Messi and I was the proudest blue a visiting Spaniards had ever seen. They made me look a right teet that day.
Anymore for anymore?
My old school mate from Barcelona who I knew when I lived there as a kid came over last season to watch Liverpool v Chelsea. The match was cancelled so I took em to Goodison to watch the fa cup game. I warned them (in true 'Everton that' style) that we'd probably get rolled over at home, but Lukaku did a Messi and I was the proudest blue a visiting Spaniards had ever seen. They made me look a right teet that day.
Anymore for anymore?