trebilcock66
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LCAB's love of nostalgia has got me thinkin about my own memories of wonderful Everton moments. His thread about Brian Labone mentioned the 1968 final which we lost 1-0 to an extra time deflected shot from Jeff Astle. I wanted to ask if anyone else remembers a particular incident from this game.
I was 12 years old. Bonkers about Everton. Unable to get a ticket until the very last moment - found out the Friday night. Crack-of-dawn train from Warrington for my first ever trip to London.
The underground trains were a thing of fascination. Packed with scousers, mind...
When we got to the stadium, the queues to get in were quite slow. My da and me had tickets for the tunnel end (mostly WBA fans), quite high up in the gods.
As we snaked slowly toward the turnstile, a mad Evertonian made a bold bid to get in without a ticket. He scaled a very steep grassy bank to then scramble up a concrete barrier. Once there, he then climbed up a metal barred fence which curved outwards to overhang a drop of two or three storeys. It was topped with barbed wire coils.
The watching fans fell silent as he swung his leg over the curve. One woman screamed as his hands seemed to slip. He had a look of manic determination in his eyes.
Just then, we arrived at the turnstile so never saw the end of the drama. However.....
Half way through the first half, the lad appears in the aisle, next to my da's seat. "You alright, you mad [Poor language removed]...?" My dad asked. He told us he'd torn his leg on the barbed wire but was OK. "I wanna get down there with all the other Evertonians." he said, pointing to the opposite end, where all the blues had congregated. With that, he was off, dodging stewards and police alike. Wouldn't surprise me at all if he made it...pity about the result. Such devotion deserves a victory....
Did anyone else on this forum see this incident? Does anyone even know who he was? I want to thank him. I learned that day how devoted a true Evertonian could be....
I was 12 years old. Bonkers about Everton. Unable to get a ticket until the very last moment - found out the Friday night. Crack-of-dawn train from Warrington for my first ever trip to London.
The underground trains were a thing of fascination. Packed with scousers, mind...
When we got to the stadium, the queues to get in were quite slow. My da and me had tickets for the tunnel end (mostly WBA fans), quite high up in the gods.
As we snaked slowly toward the turnstile, a mad Evertonian made a bold bid to get in without a ticket. He scaled a very steep grassy bank to then scramble up a concrete barrier. Once there, he then climbed up a metal barred fence which curved outwards to overhang a drop of two or three storeys. It was topped with barbed wire coils.
The watching fans fell silent as he swung his leg over the curve. One woman screamed as his hands seemed to slip. He had a look of manic determination in his eyes.
Just then, we arrived at the turnstile so never saw the end of the drama. However.....
Half way through the first half, the lad appears in the aisle, next to my da's seat. "You alright, you mad [Poor language removed]...?" My dad asked. He told us he'd torn his leg on the barbed wire but was OK. "I wanna get down there with all the other Evertonians." he said, pointing to the opposite end, where all the blues had congregated. With that, he was off, dodging stewards and police alike. Wouldn't surprise me at all if he made it...pity about the result. Such devotion deserves a victory....
Did anyone else on this forum see this incident? Does anyone even know who he was? I want to thank him. I learned that day how devoted a true Evertonian could be....
