I became an Evertorian today

[Jokerdan]

It’s many things being a toffee, boring isn’t one!

Unpredictable. That's the 'fun' of being a Blue. Except when we play a team that hasn't won for a hundred games and you can guarantee they will beat us. In fact, struggling teams must look on the calendar to see when they play us for their next win.

 

[LEONARD]

Aside from that second season with Brown shoes, it's never boring being a Toffee.

 

[BornBlue76]

@UptheTofees .. to complete your promotion to the big boy table as an Everton supporter I trust you are enjoying every minute of the RS being spanked by Citeh!

 

[the golden visionary]

Will following Everton also make me fat?

Yes. The comfort eating will be prevalent

 

[UptheTofees]

@UptheTofees .. to complete your promotion to the big boy table as an Everton supporter I trust you are enjoying every minute of the RS being spanked by Citeh!

I'm loving every bit of it.

 

[witchdoc187]

not sure after 40 years of being a blue that watching Everton is "fun". More "frustrating", "futile", "sofa king annoying"

 

[Bluerover]

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

Espero que tu eres muy feliz esta tarde!!

 

[the golden visionary]

not sure after 40 years of being a blue that watching Everton is "fun". More "frustrating", "futile", "sofa king annoying"

Oh i envy those have recently been chosen.
who dont have the years of baggage from following everton. No knox smith axis nightmares, no flashbacks of walker, no waking up in cold sweat thinking bisto mozart was still here. No last day survivals cheering for farrally and definatly no moyes glass ceiling spoon to a tank fight nonsense.

Just a smooth Mediterranean demi god guiding our club to a place where we all deserve to be after putting up with the above for years on end.

 

[witchdoc187]

Oh i envy those have recently been chosen.
who dont have the years of baggage from following everton. No knox smith axis nightmares, no flashbacks of walker, no waking up in cold sweat thinking bisto mozart was still here. No last day survivals cheering for farrally and definatly no moyes glass ceiling spoon to a tank fight nonsense.

Just a smooth Mediterranean demi god guiding our club to a place where we all deserve to be after putting up with the above for years on end.

still remember those two last days like it was yesterday. Remember being stood in the gwladys right in line with farrally. Shouting "dont shoot" before he scored. THink we missed a penalty too. was a nightmare. I dug up a bit of turf and put it in the lockers at the lime st. The woman I gave it too didnt know what to think. awful football but great memories. I always say the thing that ruins football days out is the match

 

[the golden visionary]

still remember those two last days like it was yesterday. Remember being stood in the gwladys right in line with farrally. Shouting "dont shoot" before he scored. THink we missed a penalty too. was a nightmare. I dug up a bit of turf and put it in the lockers at the lime st. The woman I gave it too didnt know what to think. awful football but great memories. I always say the thing that ruins football days out is the match

I remember a bizzy saying no ones getting on the pitch after the coventry game. So we went to the steward who wasnt arsed.I got a piece of it myself gave it to my grandad to put in his garden. He was a red.

 

[Yarrgh]

Aside from that second season with Brown shoes, it's never boring being a Toffee.

I see you have cast the memories of Walter Smith's era aside...

 

[Toffeelover]

I see you have cast the memories of Walter Smith's era aside...

What about Walker, Bingham, Lee to name a few more.

 

[degsy]

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

You've admitted there is a problem, it's the first step
One day at a time
One game at a time
Welcome

 

[Yarrgh]

What about Walker, Bingham, Lee to name a few more.

If only Walker's short reign of terror had been boringly average.

 

[Brett Angell Delight]

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

Put a smile on my face, this.

Any grown person who chooses Everton with their eyes wide open is a very brave sort, and clearly a welcome addition to our ranks.

Most of us were indoctrinated as kids and Stockholm Syndrome took over before we could get away.