What's your proudest,most sentimental.....

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My Dads Uncle(a Red!!) worked for the GPO(Telecom) and worked on installing the Telephone lines at Goodison for all the journalists at the World Cup in 1966,he had a cine film of himself with Pele,Eusebio and the rest of the stars that my old man actually saw,he said it was ace,his uncle died donkeys years ago and my dad never knew what became of the film.:confused:(n):)

The year head for the year above me said he was linesman for the Brazil v Portugal match in '66. (He wasn't like, but he did have something to do with it)

Last time I seen him was on Tv in the tunnel with the players before the 'hutchison' derby.
 
First game this season...bringing my 5. year old son for his first game on his new season ticket....his eyes lit up at the crowds going the match...his...'Wow Daddy' as he started climbing the steps and him knowing every word yo...its a grand ole team to play for. Second moment ..last home game with my 3 year old daughter ( as big brother was at a party) sitting outside eating chips before going into the ground...and her pic was taken and put on everton fc ..echo facebook.twitter....brilliant memories that will last forever .
 
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Mine is my granddads gold ring. About 70 years old , probably more considering it was made before he bought it haha

Used to pawn it on a Friday to take my nan out on a date and buy it back on a Tuesday when he got paid.


Edit- I also have a bullet from ww1
 

Got Big Duncs and Tomaz Radzinskis tops from pre season friendly in Austria 2003 both signed

Oh and found live bullets from WW2 in the woods outside Bastogne last year (had them made safe like)
 
During the course of the 1995 FA Cup Final, I had my match ticket signed by Bob Latchford, Kevin Ratcliffe and Dave Jones, all sat together a few rows in front of me. By the time I got home, in a rather tired and emotional state, I had lost it, unbelievable.
 
I still have the match ticket from Wimbledon vs. Everton, 26th Jan 1993, when we won 3-1 there. Nothing too significant in that except the attendance that night was just 3,039 - the lowest ever attendance for a Premiership league, and clearly a record that is highly unlikely ever to be broken. And I was there!
 
The year head for the year above me said he was linesman for the Brazil v Portugal match in '66. (He wasn't like, but he did have something to do with it)

Last time I seen him was on Tv in the tunnel with the players before the 'hutchison' derby.

Further to this, I just googled him - got this.

http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/sport/other-sport/amateur-sport/meet-referee--week-gerry-3435727

RETIRED head teacher Gerry Jones is one of the most enthusiastic people I have spoken to this season.

He has an evident passion for the game and this is shown in the 1,050 games he has officiated over. Gerry first started refereeing in 1965 in what was the old Wirral Combination and has spent 42 years as a level one official. Apart from mentoring and advising new officials he also co-ordinates the referees for a Wirral based six-a-side league as well as taking part himself.

On top of this he has also found time to be the referees liaison officer for Everton FC for the last 22 years - a role which he has enjoyed and still fulfils today. He told me about a situation at the end of an Everton v Arsenal game when an incensed Manu Petit wanted to get past Gerry to give his shirt to Uriah Rennie after being shown a red card.

A steadfast Gerry refused to budge and after a bit of a stand-off and with the team coach ready to depart Petit ‘donated’ the shirt to Gerry which in typical style he asked him to sign and then raffled it off for charity! Another indication of his obsession with the game sees him regularly sign-up to the Cornwall FA as a guest so he can officiate at matches when his missus is able to drag him away for a few weeks holiday. High-points in his long and varied career have seen him assistant referee West Germany v Brazil in 1981 as well as officiating in the Manchester derby. He currently referees in the West Cheshire League, Birkenhead and Wirral League and the Birkenhead Sunday Football League.

Good arl stick, is 'Jonah'. Me eldest brother broke a window in school playing togger, Gerry sent for me arl fella about it. He went to the school next morning and all they did was talk about football for half an hour. When me arl fella asked what the score was with the window Gerry said: "Ah forget about it - Good Evertonian, your lad".

Star turn! ;)

(I had him as a stand-in teacher 'cos ours was off one day. He said our homework was to watch Fawlty Towers that night :) )
 

I still have the match ticket from Wimbledon vs. Everton, 26th Jan 1993, when we won 3-1 there. Nothing too significant in that except the attendance that night was just 3,039 - the lowest ever attendance for a Premiership league, and clearly a record that is highly unlikely ever to be broken. And I was there!

That was a cold night!
 
That was a cold night!

I remember a 0-0 there from about the same time, a March game midweek, freezing cold on the open terracing behind the goal. An appalling match as well. The one and only time I bought Bovril at a game, perishing in a horrible cold wind.

The 3,039 night, the police/stewards allowed Everton fans the chance to sit in the Arthur Waite stand at no extra cost instead of being on the big open normal away end terrace. It just added to the overall emptiness of the place, the sight of Big Nev having to climb over the advertising hoarding, walk through an open gate onto the terrace and then trudge up 20 yds to get the ball was just comical. Not even a ball boy there.
 
I remember a 0-0 there from about the same time, a March game midweek, freezing cold on the open terracing behind the goal. An appalling match as well. The one and only time I bought Bovril at a game, perishing in a horrible cold wind.

The 3,039 night, the police/stewards allowed Everton fans the chance to sit in the Arthur Waite stand at no extra cost instead of being on the big open normal away end terrace. It just added to the overall emptiness of the place, the sight of Big Nev having to climb over the advertising hoarding, walk through an open gate onto the terrace and then trudge up 20 yds to get the ball was just comical. Not even a ball boy there.

There was a burger van at the top of the open terrace, remember getting a hot dog from there and a cup of tea - tea was ok....
 
There was a burger van at the top of the open terrace, remember getting a hot dog from there and a cup of tea - tea was ok....

Yep, got my Bovril from there, as much for getting some shelter from the wind and the hope of some hot air from the van! It was actually my birthday as well.
 

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