Your very first Everton memory?

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85 final v united ! My arl fella was pissed off when whiteside scored and i just always wanted us to win from then on ! Think my 1st match was the following boxing day game v united i was about 8 and they scored straight from kick off but we won 3-1 :) the atmosphere was excellent ! Also recall being dragged to safety aswell as we exited the bullens ! I was blissfully unaware that blues and united fans were kicking **** out of each other !
 

The 1st one i recall watching was the 1966 cup final on my Mum and dads b/w telly , my 1st game at Goodison was the 1970 2-2 draw vs Arsenal .. Alan Whittle scored our 2 goals . I spoke Alan in the Joe Mercer suite on Saturday and talked about the game which he still remembers well .
 

First ever memory is Franny Jeffers rounding the keeper and slotting into an empty. Can't remember who against. My second memory is Jimmy Flloyd Hasselbaink scoring against us for Leeds. They're probably two different games, but I was about 6 so I can't really remember.

First vivid memory is Everton vs West Ham. Kanoute scored against us first, then Di Canio showed the greatest sportsmanship I've ever seen, which I simply can't see happening these days. Paul Gerrard got clattered by one of their players, could've even been our defender, and Di Canio had an empty net to tap into, and he picked the ball up so Gerrard could receive treatment. Goodison singing Paulo Di Canio was a thing of beauty.

The other thing I remember about that game was Rigobert Song got booed every time he touched the ball, for the whole match. Can't recall why.

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FA CUP FINAL 1968 can only vaguely remember watching the game on our first tele (black & white) and constantly asking me arl fella which team was which - him consistantly shouting "son just look at the bloody shorts, ours are blue theirs are white !" I still daren't pluck up the courage to tell the daft begger everyone looked like they were playing in grey to me and I didn't know me Harvey from me elbow, aged six as I was then like.

This, same vintage as me, but I was watching because I had previously chosen to follow the team that plays in blue, my favorite colour. My whole family doesn't give a **** about the fine sport of football.
 
Mine was actually Super Kev at Anfield. I was 6 and everyone in my class supported Liverpool (I hadn't chosen who I supported yet) but there was something about the RS that put me right off. So when I was getting ready for school one day and I saw Liverpool had lost to Everton on the news. I lol'd and went in to school and had a cracking day reeling all my RS mates in. Everton has been in my heart ever since. Thank you Kev. But also... 13 years later, years have been shed off my life expectancy and we still haven't beat the RS at Anfield since that day - FFS KEV FFS!!
 

Everton vs Tottenham, sometime in the 90's. Think mid 90's. Duncan Ferguson basically judo throwing a Spurs player to the ground right in front of me. Amazing.
 
On a cold December day in Rock Ferry, a couple of weeks before Christmas in 1953, a midwife held a new baby aloft and said "It's a boy! blue eyes, ten fingers, ten toes, all normal but he looks a bit blue, thats ok though".

The baby let out a loud yell, the mother said "Arrr, another Evertonian there".

That midwife was well known for slapping babies arses real hard.

Male voices outside the room were heard to whisper "yeesssss another blue boy".

About 12 years later, after years of beggin' an' pleadin', the mother said "Ok you can go". That day the young blue boy was taken to Goodison for the first time by his oldest brother.

The blues drew 1-1 with Man City.

The boy was totally gobsmacked for the whole day. The ferry 'cross the Mersey, the green bus to the ground.

Thousands and thousands and thousands of people, blue rosette's, scarves and hats, wooden rattles. The smell of pies and beer.

The singin', oh, the singin', then that deafening roar when the Blues scored.

The young lad asked "what are all those letters around the wall for?"

"Don't worry about that, just watch whats goin' on on the pitch"

When the game ended, the brother said "come on, stay close, if we leg it we'll get on the first bus back to the ferry"

The pair made the bus.



Life had began for that young lad. He made it to another few games that season with his brother. The following season the older brother went back to sea. Determined as fuk, the young Evertonian saved every penny he could get his hands on, and every two weeks walked/ran from home, bunked onto the ferry, got on the green bus and went into the boys pen.

There then follows a long story of the lads life as an Evertonian. Growin' into a teen, startin' work, gettin' paid, movin' from the pen to the St End. Never missing a game, at home or away. I was that lad.

Everton, Goodison Park, a pie, a pint and a good sing, are the only things I truly miss about England.


Born a blue, forever blue.
 

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