Share your traumatic Everton game experience

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7/9/63 lost at home to Burnley 3-4. I'd been going to matches as a kid for a couple of years and never seen us lose, we'd won the league in 62/63. I thought Everton would beat any other team home or away. A rude awakening - we lost at home to Blackburn 2-4 two months later as well. However, I was there for the next home game v Stoke a couple of weeks later and we won 2-0 - I think that day was when the first episode of Dr Who appeared on TV - I wasn't arsed though, footy was more important!
 
Everton 0-4 Bolton - 2005
Everton 2-3 Liverpool 2001
Liverpool 1-0 Everton 2018
Everton 0-3 Wigan 2012
Bournemouth 3-3 Everton 2015
Dynamo Kiev 5-2 Everton
Sporting 3-0 Everton
Everton 2-3 West Ham
Everton 2-3 Bournemouth
Arsenal 4-0 Everton 1998

Great Being a blue isn't it?
 
Wimbledon 3-2
Coventry 1-1
Rooney sold to United
Kenwright applauded on screen in 2011
Rooney/Utd 2-4
Having a drunk fellow blue kiss me on the head after a goal with chicken curry pie all over his gob
Finding out what Chang Beer is really made from
Darren Griffiths commentary
 
7/9/63 lost at home to Burnley 3-4. I'd been going to matches as a kid for a couple of years and never seen us lose, we'd won the league in 62/63. I thought Everton would beat any other team home or away. A rude awakening - we lost at home to Blackburn 2-4 two months later as well. However, I was there for the next home game v Stoke a couple of weeks later and we won 2-0 - I think that day was when the first episode of Dr Who appeared on TV - I wasn't arsed though, footy was more important!
Clattenburg dodgy derby.
 
For me that Wigan cup quarter final at Goodison. But there has been so many that they all just seem to have bundled into 1 huge traumatic event
 
Just one of many proper Everton traumas. Birmingham away, late 70’s mid-winter. Unemployed but managed to go home and away every week. Hitch-hiked from Lancaster and got dropped at a service station further down the M6, all good, bags of time.

2 younger scouse lads joined me hitching the next lift at the services exit, also heading to the game. Not great but hey ho. An old Austen Cambridge pulls up, you lads want a lift ? Yeah we’re going to Birmingham. Me too he says, jump in.

The guy is obviously a weirdo, talking bollox from the off. The younger lads not taking much notice, I’m in the back. He turns off the M6 heading for Chester. After a few challenges, time for action, mate stop this ‘kin car right now or I rip your head off. I’m sure your friends would rather come back to mine and have a party, he says.

Whack, stop the kin car now or I totally spark you. He stops, I shout at the young uns, out we all get out and leg it up the embankment to the road above. What’s parked there, motorway rozzers dozing, doing nothing. They immediately grab us and demand to know why we’re walking on a motorway.

Mate we were in a car with a guy who was trying to get us back to his house for fun with these young lads. (Don’t think the word paedo was widely used, but he deffo was one) We escaped. Ok give me your names and addresses. I gave them mine, the 2 lads gave theirs. Mine checked out, the 2 other lads were no such names at those addresses.

Having thought the trauma was over for me, the traffic cop then drove down every back country lane in Cheshire, before booting me out of the car, in the middle of nowhere, enjoy the match mate…were his parting words.

I eventually hit Walsall in the dark, jumped a train to Birmingham and made it to the ground just in time to meet my mates coming out and getting on the Preston coach home.

2 weeks later, a summons arrives to Chester magistrates court for walking on the motorway….got done, but never received the notice. Next thing I’m lifted at home for non payment, taken down the local nick, pending a ride to Risley.

The one bit of luck, the local rozzer knew my ma, found her and got her to cough up the £12 fine, to avoid the Risley gig.

I often wonder if those 2 lying raggy arses are on here !
 
Palace at home in 2022. I know it all turned out on in the end but at half time I turned round and seen my two lads 11 and 13 in tears, I just thought “what have I inflicted on these kids”. Turned the other way and seen my best mate with just a glazed look in his eyes. Like a mixture of shock, anger humiliation, hurt, the lot. Everywhere I looked grown men and women in silence with tears in their eyes. Apart from the death of A family member or friend it was as low as I’d ever felt in my life.
 
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