The timeline is like this Goat:
2-3 weeks pre-game: apathetic dismissal of our obviously dismal chances.
1 week pre-game: growing sense of dread and terror.
day of the game: detailed recollection of all the hurt and injustice suffered. A remembrance of the sheer hatred of our beloved neighbours that characterises the very soul of what it is to be an Evertonian; the red shirts milling outside Goodison, the growing anger, resentment, fury. Z-cars. A determination to get one over on the wall-pushing, glory-hunting, ****e-talking, red-wearing, unbearable snidey [Poor language removed].
"COME ON BLUES DEESE ARE ****E"
post-match: the prematch fury having been infused with incomprehensible referring decisions, atrocious Everton play, and inevitable Liverpool victory slow gives way to dejected hopelessness, and a long period of self-preservation, licking our wounds until the next game arrives and we repeat the process ad finitum.
the life of an Evertonian. One thing is guarenteed: it will be bleak.
We'll play like knobs, won't we?
I wonder why you even bother supporting Everton.
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