Wools - Why are you an Evertonian?

[Bigduke1234]

My cousin

He also gave me Gerhard berger in a time of Prost and senna

 

[Cameron Manning]

Yes Cameron Alfie did go to some Liverpool games when I was very young, he was a spark I think and had a bit more money than Jackie and Ray.

Yes Alfie was a spark on the Royal Hospital when it was getting built in the 1970’s.

 

[ToffeeTim]

Because of me Da and uncle

 

[Cool_Blue]

From North Wales, now Canada. My dad took me to my first game in April 1963. The famous game where the Alex Young scored to beat Spurs 1 - 0 and we went top of the table. My dad was not happy because he was a bit of a Spurs fan. I wasn't really a fan of anyone at that time, maybe Wolves. I was after that game though. 67,000 at that game and i was hooked. Went with some friends later in the season to see us beat Fulham 4 - 1 to become champions. Became a season ticket holder a few years later. Feel very lucky and priviliged to have watched the holy trinity in their pomp. No regrets, love the blues.

I think that’s the one with that fantastic b&w photo of Alex looking like he’s on a stepladder compared to the Spurs defence.

Just before my time that game, my Dad started taking me a few years after that, so I was lucky enough to see the GV a few times. My Dad was from Rhyl and TG Jones was his hero as he was a fellow north Walian.

Nowadays, when we’re moaning about another crap performance, my Mum usually pipes up with “the pair of you support the wrong team, Liverpool are much better”

 

[Dharma]

Alan Ball.

 

[the sniderman]

this has been a great way of putting all the wools into the snidesday book well done buddy.

 

[Mcdrewson]

Could you contemplate the alternative? Seriously?

 

[Mcdrewson]

Could you contemplate the alternative? Seriously?

I should add, I was draped in an Everton scarf at seconds old. The first sight my boy saw was his daddy in an Everton jersey #NSPCC

 

[KaiserEFC]

Same as everyone, brainwashed by my father. You wouldn’t support Everton out of choice now would you

 

[blue61]

Because of two elder brothers and Alan Balls white boots.

 

[dublinbluenose]

I'm a nilhillist

 

[The binman chronicles]

I was asked to put a piece together for my wife to publish in her magazine yesterday after a contributor let her down. The feature is called 'My Team - why are you affiliated with the team you support?'. In lieu of any actual news, though you lot might be interested in my witterings. Would be good to get something similar from other non-locals.

So. Why would a seven-year-old boy from South Warwickshire with little real exposure to football, end up making a choice that would lead to an adulthood of abject misery? In hindsight who knows, but here’s how I ended up supporting Everton.

I liked football. I liked sport. Actually, I liked watching sport.

As a child I had zero aptitude for any physical activity. Reading and writing? Yes. Riding my bike and sitting in my dad’s tractor? Definitely. Watching the Fall Guy, Dukes of Hazzard and Danger Mouse? Without a doubt. Running and/or kicking a football? Hahaha, no.

My dad was a sports nut, we’d be at the cricket club during the summer and the winter weekends were spent watching Grandstand or World of Sport. Didn’t matter what the sport was, if it was televised – it was on our TV. He was (and still is) a Manchester United fan, a regular at Old Trafford in the sixties even hitching weekly flights back from Germany to watch matches whilst stationed out there during his RAF days. He pushed me in that direction but no. I liked Spurs. Ardiles, Villa and Hoddle had got my attention as I watched them on their way to lifting the FA Cup. We’d even braved St. Andrews and the cold to watch Tottenham in action the following season, a 0-0 draw and some horrific National Front skinheads put me off completely.

So, 1982 and back to my Panini album. Liverpool winning everything, all of the kids at school jumping on the bandwagon. I was always a contrary little sort, so as twenty of my classmates claimed to be die hard Liverpool fans my decision was made. “I’m an Everton fan. They’re clearly the better side from the city.”

The first few years and I felt like I’d made the best decision in the world. Howard Kendall’s squad gelling and then excelling. The FA Cup on 1984, League Champions and Cup Winners Cup winners (I even got to stay up to watch that one) the year afterwards. A fight to wrest the league title back from the red half of the city in 1987. What an amazing side I was following from afar. Surely they’d go on to dominate football for the foreseeable future? Well, no. A European football ban saw the best players slowly filter off over the coming seasons leaving for the allure of the European Cup. The enforced dismantling of the best side I’ve ever seen still makes me think, “what could have been?”.

And like that, the glory years were gone. Some spirited performances here and there but no trophies. Little would I know in 1988 that I’d only see Everton lift one more trophy in my lifetime. We’d won so much in such a short time, we were dominant, it would be back. Wouldn’t it? Not long after this I moved to Nuneaton and a new love affair was stuck up. My love of football was unabating. My ability still had yet to manifest itself, so I was forced into a watching brief. Fourteen years old, 110 miles from Liverpool and I needed my football fix. Welcome to my life Nuneaton Borough. The Beazer Homes League, crowds of 500ish. I was hooked from game one. Bolehall Swifts at home. Birmingham Senior Cup First Round Replay. Hardly a glamour tie but it was two miles from my house, and it gave me something to invest in. For the next three seasons I barely missed a match. My mum relented after a few months and let me travel to away games as well. Glamorous bus journeys to The Hawthorns, to Wembley (Wembley FC, not Wembley Stadium) to Woking, to Barrow, to Kings Lynn. It was the perfect fix for me. Still some of my fondest football memories before my move back to Stratford at seventeen led me to follow two sides from my armchair.
I’d made my first trip to Goodison during this stage too. Opening weekend of the Premier League in 1992. The experience just cemented my Everton decision, such an atmosphere and I still get the same goosebumps when I walk into the stadium these days.

From my armchair I watched the 1995 FA Cup win, a much needed (if not fortuitous) win following the almost-relegation of 1994. I’d backed Everton to lift the trophy at 25/1 as well, however I can’t remember how it felt it was so long ago. Nearly 25 years and we’ve won nothing since. From a powerhouse to an afterthought in Sky TV’s reinvention of football.
It’s been a tough run. Some terrible, terrible football and players. Some false dawns and the excitement of David Moyes bucking the trend with a raid into the top four in 2005. Oh, and I finally learned how to play the game as well. I was even quite good for a brief period in about 2001. Never could run though. The final coup de gras is that my football supporting life has come full circle and once more Liverpool are the media darlings whilst the Toffees flounder around hopelessly.

It’s been eventful. It’s been horrible, but I made my choice and I’ll see it through. Would I go back and change it? Not a chance. #COYB

Could've at least gone into some detail instead of a quick few sentences. You'll have to learn to pad out your posts around here...

Oh and I'm one because Everton were always on the TV when I was younger and blue is way better than red.

 

[Agent Blue]

My Grandad used to take me, who, incidentally was a season ticket holder at 84 years of age. We used to do Everton and South Liverpool when the Blues were away, back in the days when Jimmy Case played for South. We also used to watch Sefton CC when there was no football in the summer.........they were the days.

 

[Preki]

Like many others the 1980s inspired me. But why didn't we change teams by 1990?
You only have to see one game and its in you, never to leave.
This despite my parents being Kopites of the worst kind. No interest in their trophy less years then suddenly back with smug distain around 2001.
I'm proud of my 5 year old self refusing to take a Liverpool kit out of the box at Christmas. Come on you blues!

 

[larbert toffee]

I'm Wirral born and bred, My arl fella is from Leeds and a Hunslet rugby league fan, therefore it was my maternal Grandfather who was born in Chirk who took up the mantle to bring me up supporting the right team.
Despite me Dad taking to my first game against Leeds in 1967 it was my old Grandad who used to take me to all the home games, he only had one leg so had trouble getting about, because he needed to lean on a barrier we used to go in the paddock early in the Parkend corner where all the away fans now are, I used to stand up with my foot in the corner railings which afforded me a great view, my lasting memory of watching the game from that corner was beating Leeds 3-2 when they were in their pomp about 1970.
Wouldn't swap those memories for anything.