Not to get all end of year morbid and sentimental, but that's My Goodison.
Very eloquently put my friend.Not to get all end of year morbid and sentimental, but that's My Goodison.
Thats where I'll go when Norman Greenbaum blows the final whistle.
A Goodison of Gables, floodlight towers, square clocks...circular chords behind the goals optional...a Goodison of damp, rain soaked coats, of woodbines, horse poo, higsons, tea with sterrie in, of queing for the 46 or 500 depending which came first.
Just sayin like
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