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I'll take down dat coal powered MG, I tel u Hwat
Not at all. Your conservative in nature. Like that female prime minister from way back when. Stern but fare. ...
Please God taken this as banter. Please.
*takes aim....
TGW89
Player Valuation: £35m
15. I was about to enter my final year of compulsory education, having been referred to learning support after performing abysmally in my year 10 exams.
Everton had just finished 17th, with the lowest tally ever, and around that time my Chemistry teacher Mr Cunningham had also invited us all (individually, thank god!) to see him and his "league table" of our test results over the year - I was rock bottom, worse even than the stoners and the truants... somehow. After much sleuthing I also found out that I had received the worst mark in my entire year for Maths.
That, combined with the departure of Rooney should have sent me over the edge and into the oblivion of a dead-end job. Yet there was something, deep down, that told me everything would be alright, both with my team and my life, and I did not react with any degree of grief when the news came about a week before year 11 began.
Having had such a rotten year in school, I figured I had nothing to lose, and I ignored the bullying, the jibes and the shame of being on learning support while there were lads gunning for TWELVE A* at GCSE (Grammar schools eh? Who'd have em?)
The season began with a 4-1 drubbing against Arsenal, but I remained - as ever - optimistic. To cut a long story short, as Everton improved throughout 2004/05, so did my marks. Things just clicked, my brain had become as functional and efficient as Gravesen and Carsley behind the battler that was Cahill - perhaps the man who echoed most of all how my personal fortunes, and those of my club, correlated.
By new year I was off learning support and well on course to get the grades necessary for sixth form study at the school. By August 2005 I was the proud owner of 11 GCSEs, eligible for 6th form (and ladies, after years of all-male hell!) and Everton had (albeit flittingly) participated in that most hallowed of competitions.
Thirteen years on, I find myself at a similar standpoint. I am self-employed (as a sports writer mainly!), and for reasons that remain as clear as mud, I seem like poison to most prospective employers when it comes to getting a "proper job" (hate that term!!!). It's their loss, but as a naturally competitive person, the advent of Facebook begets a constant nagging feeling that everyone I went to school with is - once more - miles ahead, although I could easily be wrong. So for the next year, the race will (once again) only be with myself... nobody else.
As for the football, Lukaku will be gone in the next couple of days, but as in 2004, not one fibre of my being yearns for our so-called "top boy". I am sticking my neck out, yes, but I believe that Klaasen in 2017 will be what Cahill was in 2004, a champion of those who want to fight for the Royal Blue jersey. Give me eleven Evertonians - as we had in 2004/05 - and Lukaku will be but an afterthought.
Everton had just finished 17th, with the lowest tally ever, and around that time my Chemistry teacher Mr Cunningham had also invited us all (individually, thank god!) to see him and his "league table" of our test results over the year - I was rock bottom, worse even than the stoners and the truants... somehow. After much sleuthing I also found out that I had received the worst mark in my entire year for Maths.
That, combined with the departure of Rooney should have sent me over the edge and into the oblivion of a dead-end job. Yet there was something, deep down, that told me everything would be alright, both with my team and my life, and I did not react with any degree of grief when the news came about a week before year 11 began.
Having had such a rotten year in school, I figured I had nothing to lose, and I ignored the bullying, the jibes and the shame of being on learning support while there were lads gunning for TWELVE A* at GCSE (Grammar schools eh? Who'd have em?)
The season began with a 4-1 drubbing against Arsenal, but I remained - as ever - optimistic. To cut a long story short, as Everton improved throughout 2004/05, so did my marks. Things just clicked, my brain had become as functional and efficient as Gravesen and Carsley behind the battler that was Cahill - perhaps the man who echoed most of all how my personal fortunes, and those of my club, correlated.
By new year I was off learning support and well on course to get the grades necessary for sixth form study at the school. By August 2005 I was the proud owner of 11 GCSEs, eligible for 6th form (and ladies, after years of all-male hell!) and Everton had (albeit flittingly) participated in that most hallowed of competitions.
Thirteen years on, I find myself at a similar standpoint. I am self-employed (as a sports writer mainly!), and for reasons that remain as clear as mud, I seem like poison to most prospective employers when it comes to getting a "proper job" (hate that term!!!). It's their loss, but as a naturally competitive person, the advent of Facebook begets a constant nagging feeling that everyone I went to school with is - once more - miles ahead, although I could easily be wrong. So for the next year, the race will (once again) only be with myself... nobody else.
As for the football, Lukaku will be gone in the next couple of days, but as in 2004, not one fibre of my being yearns for our so-called "top boy". I am sticking my neck out, yes, but I believe that Klaasen in 2017 will be what Cahill was in 2004, a champion of those who want to fight for the Royal Blue jersey. Give me eleven Evertonians - as we had in 2004/05 - and Lukaku will be but an afterthought.
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Late teens and I was in Asia, furious isn't the word. He led us a merry danced and waited until the end of the window.
Still as furious today, I won't be forgiving him any time either.
Still as furious today, I won't be forgiving him any time either.
Paul Rideout
Player Valuation: £40m
I was working at Man Utd as security (cushy job for a uni student, and I got mad martial art skillz).
Refused to work that game.
I've got over the whole thing, he left us better off and we finished 4th after he left. The kissing the badge thing I've put down to doing a stupid thing as a kid. I sill do stupid things in my 30s.
He gets a full pardon if he scores the winner va the RS home and away.
Refused to work that game.
I've got over the whole thing, he left us better off and we finished 4th after he left. The kissing the badge thing I've put down to doing a stupid thing as a kid. I sill do stupid things in my 30s.
He gets a full pardon if he scores the winner va the RS home and away.
18. He was born 9 days after me so hearing about him coming through the youth team and then seeing him play for us and England was a way for me to live vicariously through someone that was doing what I'd have loved to do at the same age.
The age I was also meant that while I was alive for the title in 87 all I really knew of Everton was past glories and then lots of terrible teams and seasons. In terms of positives it was an FA Cup (and a Samway's screamer I guess).
Rooney suggested we might finally push on as the naive 16 year old I was when he broke through. I remember going into a shop and getting Rooney 9 on an England kit before he'd made his debut and they looked at me like I was nuts. I was vindicated after his debut (doubt they cared).
When he handed in his transfer request I was broken, seriously broken. We were awful and the one good thing had said he was done.
On the night of his debut against Fenerbahce I went out and got drunk, avoiding the result. Got home to see he'd scored a hat trick and it broke me once again.
Luckily we came 4th the following season and it was sweet. But not as sweet as if he'd been there with us.
I know there are a multitude of opinions on his return and I understand them all. As for me, my head says maybe it's not wise but my heart is so in favour of it. And if he scores a winner against the RS it might all have been worth it.
The age I was also meant that while I was alive for the title in 87 all I really knew of Everton was past glories and then lots of terrible teams and seasons. In terms of positives it was an FA Cup (and a Samway's screamer I guess).
Rooney suggested we might finally push on as the naive 16 year old I was when he broke through. I remember going into a shop and getting Rooney 9 on an England kit before he'd made his debut and they looked at me like I was nuts. I was vindicated after his debut (doubt they cared).
When he handed in his transfer request I was broken, seriously broken. We were awful and the one good thing had said he was done.
On the night of his debut against Fenerbahce I went out and got drunk, avoiding the result. Got home to see he'd scored a hat trick and it broke me once again.
Luckily we came 4th the following season and it was sweet. But not as sweet as if he'd been there with us.
I know there are a multitude of opinions on his return and I understand them all. As for me, my head says maybe it's not wise but my heart is so in favour of it. And if he scores a winner against the RS it might all have been worth it.
davies1878
Player Valuation: £2.5m
Did we not sell him on the bank holiday Monday in August??
Pretty sure i was at the match A day before drawing 0-0 at Old Trafford (ironically enough)???
Remember giving the players a standing ovation at the end of the game, there felt a real togetherness between the players and fans after a crap summer
Pretty sure i was at the match A day before drawing 0-0 at Old Trafford (ironically enough)???
Remember giving the players a standing ovation at the end of the game, there felt a real togetherness between the players and fans after a crap summer
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