It felt good to be back, didn’t it?
Nothing can beat the buzz and euphoria that engulfs the first home game of a new season, after three long Everton free months, you could feel the sense of excitement, anticipation and optimism that only the start of a new Premier League campaign can bring.
The hope within the chatter of each and every fan on their walk to the ground, hope which only following your football club, through thick and thin, with unwavering loyalty can bring every August.
Then you arrive, our Grand Old Lady, standing at her beautiful best. Awoken from her summer slumber, like a hibernating beast, she grits her teeth, eyes up her prey and readies herself for the battle. On the outside things are much the same as before the long queues, the smell of smoke and chips the undertones of excitement of the impatient fans buzzing about but with each step the clanking and clicking of the ageing turnstiles become louder, then at long last you enter, and with a deep...
