I became an Evertorian today

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Is right lad, when you support a team that isn't one of the glory teams you do get invested more, you have deep feelings for the club that have been with us since childhood. It's great to see you take this ride mate, it's a good little club despite not winning anything for beards. Welcome to the family.
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Today I took the full ride of being an Everton fan. Obviously I have supported and cared for the team since day 1. I connected with the team since day 1.

But today, I felt what you lot always told me about.

The excitement before the match

The frustration not to see Mina seeing that he was also absent in the last United league match and they clogged us for 2 headers goals.

Then the nervousness as the match got going

The naive confidence as we started playing well

The utter frustration with how that first goal developed knowing that that passage would end up in goal from the moment Doucoure gave that ball away.

The anger as that play developed and watching every mistake made in that passage (ball giveaway, no pressure on the wing to the ball crosser, poor coverage by Keane.

Then the anger at our players for playing like a neighborhood bunch, especially James and Doucoure and for the whole team just sitting back and playing scared

The frustration of DCL missing that one on one thinking that's it, we are done.

Then the shy joy of that first goal thinking maybe there is hope

Then the glorious roar of the 2nd goal. Screamed and jumped as I watched in.my home gym to the point that my wife came running to check if I was ok and angrily rolled her eyes when she realized it was a soccer scream.

Then hope....and hope that we win it.

Then more anger at us sitting back. Came the 3rd goal and I was deflated..how? Why?

But I kept hope, frustrated hope. My workout was done but I stayed in gym. Pacing back and forward. Not sitting down. Like a father awaiting his first son.

Then came the goal and I screamed yes 5 times (Wife knew better this time) as I punched the living crap out of the heavy bag without gloves (dumb) and I said I love this team.

I know I am rambling on. But I havent felt this emotionally attached to a team or a match since Colombia in the world cup. The blues were in complete control of my emotions and how my weekend would go on.

I understand now the madness here and I love it
Supporting Everton is like child birth except it doesn’t end it’s just constant pain
No matter how much faith you have they ALWAYS let you down.
The media always runs us down, our neighbours are a mental cult that wouldn’t existed if we just paid the rent.
Every time we buy a striker they forget everything and become absolutely rubbish
They love to ruin your weekend

So why do we support them??? Good Question

o an 1 more thing don’t get use to us scoring 95 minute equaliser or winners. 99/100 it’s the other team that do it
 

Being an Evertonian is like....well...it's, err....very hard to explain.

I guess it is just a personal thing and that is what makes us that bit different because hurt and euphoria gel into one and we learn to accept both in equal measures.

Enjoy the moment, never forget the past and look forward to whatever the future holds. It's character building and is why Everton fans are acknowledged throughout the game as being amongst the most learned and understanding because we are - and never have been -spoilt by success after success.

You may also see from various comments that we have an underlying air of pessimism about us and there are very valid reasons as to why but that is for another day.

Stick with us and enjoy the ride. And keep posting - we love the insight from our new found Colombian and South American brothers and sisters.
 
Today I took the full ride of being an Everton fan. Obviously I have supported and cared for the team since day 1. I connected with the team since day 1.

But today, I felt what you lot always told me about.

The excitement before the match

The frustration not to see Mina seeing that he was also absent in the last United league match and they clogged us for 2 headers goals.

Then the nervousness as the match got going

The naive confidence as we started playing well

The utter frustration with how that first goal developed knowing that that passage would end up in goal from the moment Doucoure gave that ball away.

The anger as that play developed and watching every mistake made in that passage (ball giveaway, no pressure on the wing to the ball crosser, poor coverage by Keane.

Then the anger at our players for playing like a neighborhood bunch, especially James and Doucoure and for the whole team just sitting back and playing scared

The frustration of DCL missing that one on one thinking that's it, we are done.

Then the shy joy of that first goal thinking maybe there is hope

Then the glorious roar of the 2nd goal. Screamed and jumped as I watched in.my home gym to the point that my wife came running to check if I was ok and angrily rolled her eyes when she realized it was a soccer scream.

Then hope....and hope that we win it.

Then more anger at us sitting back. Came the 3rd goal and I was deflated..how? Why?

But I kept hope, frustrated hope. My workout was done but I stayed in gym. Pacing back and forward. Not sitting down. Like a father awaiting his first son.

Then came the goal and I screamed yes 5 times (Wife knew better this time) as I punched the living crap out of the heavy bag without gloves (dumb) and I said I love this team.

I know I am rambling on. But I havent felt this emotionally attached to a team or a match since Colombia in the world cup. The blues were in complete control of my emotions and how my weekend would go on.

I understand now the madness here and I love it
I think you have just bought the internet.
 

Welcome to our family. Prepare for many days of tears but also joy. Just be happy you have not chosen that shower who are always victims and never to blame!!

Come on Citeh tomorrow!!!

By the way, the gentleman in my sig avatar is Peter Farrell who captained Shamrock Rovers Everton and Ireland in the 40s and 50s.

I had the privilege of living near him in my teenage years and we used to meet on the 46A bus to go to see Rovers at Milltown.

When I got my first car, a 1972 VW Beetle, I had a window sticker with "Goodison Park - the home of football on it"

One day I parked outside a newsagent and Peter came along, took one look at the sticker and, I swear, went down on his knees before my old car!!. He then said, "I went to a High School on a High Mountain "

That was how much he loved Everton.

He played in the record attendance game against the RS 78,299 and he scored in Ireland's shock 2-0 defeat of England at Goodison.

He also cleaned up in bets with his EFC teammates, wagering that Ireland would win and that he would score.

Sadly passed away around St Patrick's Day in 1999, but he really made me proud to be a Blue and a Rover.

God bless Peter.

I could start about Brian Labone, Peter Reid, John Bailey, all of whom I met in my years going to GP, but this may give some impression of what Everton's pedigree and tradition means to us.
 
@tommye I thought you may want a more accurate representation ;)

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