I was there as a wee kid. It was my first derby. Some old bloke beside me was crying at the end of the game and I remember being surprised and laughing to myself. I get it now!
At the end of the game I was keen to get back to the Everton shop for another look, so I legged it off on my family through the crowds outside Goodison. I got to the shop, had a another look around and when I left the shop, a police horse pulled up and I was reunited with my freaked out family. Fair play to the police officer.
Boarding the flight home the following day, I was a little kid on top of the world with my new jersey on with “Cadamarteri” on the back, and just as we were approaching the gate, an airport employee shouted at me to say that Cadamateri was spelt wrong. I remember boarding the flight gutted and thinking that your man was a nob. It’s likely that he was a kopite. I probably deserved it though for running off on my family.
Great memories.