I was 7 in a Dublin pub my granny whom I call 'ma' due to crazy home circumstances and her fella Geoff. It was 1995 in the mulingar house the hole place was full of Man United fans. It was the FA Cup final. I remember them cursing, being intimidating and obnoxious. Something about that blues team them all and piping them down made me be an Evertonian. And that was before I was even into football at any level. But it was my 'mas' fella Geoff who start teaching me about Everton that day and guided my toffee nose. He brang me to my first game in 99 derby county , Jeffers scored, Abel Xavier told me to 'get the [Poor language removed] off his car'. Mentally scared me till he moved to Liverpool and everything made sense.