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How did you become an EVERTONIAN? Where you born a Blue? Have you a story to tell the world. Can you call Y'self an Evertonian? e-mail Blue Kipper 180. JOHN. I was taken to an Everton game over 20 years ago by my grandad and we won by quiet a few goals. The next week I was taken to a kopite game by my dad and the game ended 0-0. I said to my dad when we gonna see some goals. I saw a load of goals at Everton last week and none this week. I wanna go an see Everton play. A guy behind my dad said: 'You need to teach your son better.' He tried but now 20 years on I'm glad I never listened an followed in my grandad's footsteps. Europe. I got my passport ready r u ready for the blue moyse boyz ready or not here we come. (16/03/05) 179. MICHAEL (MICK) POWER. I CAN’T THANK MY MUM AND DAD ENOUGH. THEY GOT DIVORCED AND I BECAME AN EVERTONIAN. ON ONE OF MY DADS “ VISITING DAYS” HE TOOK ME AND OUR KID TO WEST BROM TO SEE OUR FIRST EVER MATCH. THERE WAS NO PARTICULAR REASON TO GO TO THE HAWTHORNS ONLY THAT IT WAS THE NEAREST GROUND TO MY DAD'S RENTED FLAT. HE SUPPORTS COVENTRY !! MY LIFE WOULD CHANGE FOREVER AS I WAS GIVEN AN EVERTON ROSETTE TO WEAR PROUDLY. THIS WAS THE START OF 36 YEARS ( SO FAR ) EDUCATION AT “THE SCHOOL OF SCIENCE. THANK F**** OUR KID GOT THE WEST BROM ROSETTE !! 8th NOVEMBER 1969. W.B.A. 2 E.F.C. 0. (16/03/05) 178. Lee Hayes. I went to my first game at Goodison in 1974 when I was 8 years old, all I can remember was my Dad screaming his head off... We then migrated to Sydney Australia, but when I do go back to the U.K. I always manage to see a few games at Goodison. I remember being there in 88, first game of the season, with Sheedy, Steven, Reidy etc...we beat Sheffield Wednesday 4-1...I was in the "mad end" and had never experienced such euphoria...awesome..don't know what it is, but I've been obsessed with the Blue's for over 30 years now. The last game I saw was the 3-1 win over Bolton in 2003. We have a supporters club in Sydney and we catch up now and then for a few bevvies and to cheer on the lads. I love em, can't get enough, love ya website too, keep up the good work. Blue till i die. (16/03/05) 177. Jack McKenna. Being in the younger generation i looked at the great footballing legends of the early 90s, Gazza, Shearer (early years) and of course my true hero Neville Southall (called him Big Nev). I used to get put in goal when we played outside and i got pretty good, ended up playing in goal for my school and me cub football team, alot of people commented that i made some pretty great saves, then secondary school came and i literally couldn't be arsed to get up on a saturday/sunday to play an hour-and-a-half of the beautiful game, play at 3pm, much better. When i was a goalkeeper, of course Neville Southall was my biggest hero, i thought he was the best keeper in the world (and he was!) and i was also looking for a team to support and as he was at Everton at the time, i came to love them and i've never looked back. It's been an emotional ride with Everton, i even remember sitting in a pub watching the last game of the season, when Gareth Farrelly? i think scored a last minute screamer to keep us up and I've loved them ever since, still do, through and through. Cheers Moyesy you're making my life as an Evertonian very enjoyable. (16/03/05) 176. Hayley 15. My dad is from Liverpool and he has supported Everton all his life. So from the day I was born I was an Evertonian and I wouldn't change mind for anyone or anything! They are simply the best! Now I live in Stourbridge and my first match was when I was about six and now i'm 15. I still love them but even more then I ever used too. I go to most matches and next season I'm getting a season ticket! (16/03/05) 175.
Anton Duvall. My dad was
a blue and I followed, had no choice and wouldn't change it for anything.
When I was a kid my mum and dad's house was round the corner from Bellefield
and they used to take lodgers in from Everton, mostly school boys and
apprentices. I have shared a house and even a room sometimes with some
big names including Sharpey, Imre Varadi, Alan Irvine, Kev Ratcliffe,
Kev Richardson which also meant loads of the first team used to drop
in. 174. Alan Oakes (Newtownabbey, Northern Ireland). When I was growing up I didn't really follow a team, but when I was 15, I managed to get into my local pub for the 1995 Cup Final. Everyone was going for Man Utd and when I was asked who i wanted to win I decided to go for Everton. People said then i was stupid and they couldn't see Everton winning but they did, and i've stayed with them ever since. I am now in my 5th season with the Everton Supporters Club Northern Ireland (E.S.C.N.I.) and go over about once a month to see them. (16/03/05) 173.
Colin Kirby.
I was taken to Goodison by my Dad when I was one year old. (1951) My
Dad took me to see his parents who lived in Dane Street neat the ground
during the Christmas period. Dad left me with my Gran whilst he and
Grandad went to the Spellow for a pint. Anyway after a few pints too
many he decided to take me home and headed for Stanley Park which we
would cross to get to Breck Road where we lived. As he carried me past
the ground he got a bit carried away and in his slightly inebriated
state decided to go to the match. So there was I, all wrapped against
the cold, in Dads arms in the Street end. 172. MIKE POWER. Back in '68 I lived with my mum and dad in Kew. Well on FA Cup day I was walking to the bus to go somewhere that doesn't matter and a huge coach went by decked out in Everton banners. Well, being an imaginative 9 year old I thought I'd had a brush with greatness and the team had drove by me on the way to Wembley. I immediately gave up on me dad's beloved Brentford and became a lover of the blue. 37 years later I live in Canada and now realize it was likely just a supporter's coach but it don't matter, I'll keep believing it was the lads. (08/03/09) 171. RICHIE WATERS. I AM A BLUE. ALL MY FAMILY ARE ARSENAL. I AM A COCKNEY. I AM IRISH. I WOULD DIE FOR EVERTON. I CANT HELP WHAT I WAS BORN. BUT WHOEVER DECIDED MY DESTINY. FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART. I THANK YOU XXXX. (08/03/05) 170. Ken ( ex Bootle ). Greetings from a Frozen Ontario, Canada, I`m an arl arse, so I can remember us winning the old 1st Div in `63, last game was against Fulham at home? If I can remember that far back.. Vernon and Alex Young, me and the lads in the ground, Lower Bullens.. straight after the game we all goin out playin with an arl casey, fighting about who was goin to be the 'Golden Vision'. Ah ! what memories, some great teams down the years, great players. And some shite ones too... I was up an watching the Derby Sat at 7.30 (live game out here.) The shite never wanted to play, it was too much for most of them.. just the two scousers they have.. knowing what it's about. Pistol Pistone my man of the match, a lot don`t like him, but he is always there, Davey boy must see something in him. keep it up you Blues.. oh ! to be on the banks of the Royal Blue Mersey last Sat night. (02/02/05) 169.
Gerallt Jones. Born in 1953 in
Bangor North Wales. I was an Evertonian from the age of 9 when my dad
came home from games extolling the virtues of a Welsh wizard called
Roy Vernon. My first match was at Bloomfield Road in October 64? where
we drew 1-1. I remember a story going through the crowd that two men
had been killed at Cammell Laird. 168. Gregg Loudon. First and foremost I am a Rangers supporter however my love for Everton started at a young age. I used to get the "SHOOT" magazine delivered to my house every week. At the time I was 6 or 7 years old and I vividly remember Everton being at the top of the old first division week in week out. I remember thinking "well they play in blue and are top every week, I'm Everton from now on"! This was confirmed when they beat Rapid Vienna in 1985 in the cup winners cup final. As a 7 year old I saw the blues beat the green and whites again and since then i have been Rangers and Everton forever. Gary Stevens, Trevor Steven, Ian Durrant, Big Dunc, Archie Knox, Walter Smith and now Mikael Arteta.......Forever Blue!! (02/02/05) 167. David Macdonald. My earliest memory of being an Evertonian is of my brother playing Subbutteo. We lived in Netherton, or “Dodge City” as it was known locally, and our Gus and some of his mates from Chester Avenue set up a subbutteo league. The winner of this league was allowed to display a model of Apollo 11 in their room for the whole season; this was a monster of a rocket, about four feet in height, an exact replica of the thing which took man to the moon in 1969. One small step for man, one giant leap to win THAT rocket. The competition rules were strictly adhered to, there were twelve teams in the league, and they played each other twice, home and away. Two points for a win, one for a draw. Every lad had their own Subbutteo pitch, with their own stands, fans, police etc, and each layout different from the last. The twelve lads involved went to great lengths to make their home pitches something of a fortress, employing wobbly floors as a sloping pitch and a high table for altitude to try and make use of home advantage to name but two. My brother laid his pitch on lino, not for any advantages, my mum just could n’t afford a carpet. At the end of the day, the team which won the league won it on merit, skill, and most of all team spirit, a team spirit which ensured Farford a unique double between seasons 1975 – 1977. Farford being the team name my brother hade made up for his Subbutteo team who played in Everton colours. This is my first memory of being an Evertonian. I remember cheering on my brothers team (Everton – Farford) as they slowly but emphatically took the scalps of lighthon utd, Hillside and Kingston city, to name but a few. This was my education into football. Little plastic objects which swerved around a small green bit of baize by the caress of a finger. I was six years old. This was the most important thing in my life. I was six years old. My brother needed to win two more games to secure the sacred Apollo 11. I was six years old. He won his penultimate game. I was six years old. All the talk that week was of his game with Kingston City; our Gus had already won the subbutteo league. Then my brother told me about something called the Derby. The Derby. I had heard of Derby. They were some football team who had won the league when Everton should have won it. Brian Clough, 1975, Carlisle and stuff. Even a six year old can understand some things. Our Gus just bowed his head. It was 1977. When he returned my gaze it was with a passion and fire that I had never before seen. He took me by the scruff of the neck and said, and I quote, “We’re playing the reds tomorrow, if Everton win you can have Apollo 11 for the year, if we lose then I don’t want the stupid rocket anyway”. He was eleven. I was gob smacked. THE most important thing in the world was that rocket. How could our Gus not want it either way? If Everton won he would give it to me, if Everton lost, he did not want the trophy. This was my first experience of Everton having a direct affect on me and my family. And Apollo 11. We got beat. It was the semi-final of the F.A.Cup. Our Gus won the league. He did not want the rocket; it stayed in Billy’s house. Everton were bigger than that rocket. I think I understood from that moment on. I remember being in Bedford Road school in Bootle and fighting, literally fighting for the Everton cause on one derby eve, and shouting at the top of my voice so that the rednoses might be scared, “APOLLO 11, APOLLO 11, APOLLO 11”, as my arms and legs whirled in the playground battle of red versus blue, and my brother, who was five years older than me, catches my eye and shouts, “What’s our name? EVERTON “. I am only small, but I have never to this day, felt as tall in all my life. The Monday after we were in heaven. It was 1978. Andy was our king. (23/12/04) 166.
John
Lea.
The baptism begins in early childhood. I remember going to the games
with me dad. The first memory sitting high up in the Bullens rd end.
Still to this day, why do they call it the stands when you sit down,
never understood that. Living in Everton, Great Homer St. we played
on the bombed out hollers, the first team to score twenty won. Happy
days The day of the match I remember walking along Netherfield rd to
Goodison a mass of people all heading towards Mecca. The big blue rosettes
worn at the cup games with a big rattle. Things of the 165.
IAN NOON AGE 44. BOOTLE L20.
My dad introduced me to the school of science/peoples club back in 68/69
cant remember who we played (who cares ) i was hooked . I remember we
were season ticket holders for the championship season of 69/70 (what
a team , shear class ) West, Wright , Sandy (what a header ) Brown,Kendall
,Labone, Harvey, Husband ,Ball (remember the white boots),Royle,Hurst,Morrisey
(what a winger) and lets not forget Whittle ,not bad and includes three
ex managers. 164. Rob Kenyon. It was God's will! (14/12/04) 163. Dave Wild. Fate determined that I was to become an Evertonian...fate and my Dad's next door neighbour. I was born in 1963, the year Everton won the First Division Championship. My dad was born in 1933, the year Dixie's team lifted the FA Cup and my sister was born in 1966 (Trebilcock and all that.) My dad was a Man U fan and took me to my first game in 1972 against Ipswich. Don't ask me why but I just didn't like it. His next door neighbour the following week took me to watch Everton. I think it was against Derby County, and from then on I was hooked. I forced my dad to take me to Goodison and me, him and our next door neighbour were regulars, traveling down the East Lancs from Manchester, parking up and catching the Soccerbus. It might have been the single floodlight pylon that used to stand at the corner of Bullens Road that made me take pity on the blues, wondering when they would build the other three. I've taken pity on them ever since. As I tell my mates and anyone who asks, I've supported them through thin & thin. (14/12/04) 162. Terry Riley (ex Netherton). I was born in 1954 but I was a blue long before that happened. My first match was in the autumn of 1966 against Sheff. Wednesday, of course we won 2-1. Not long afterwards I became a member of the St. Johns Ambulance Brigade and started going to the the footie matches with me white bag full of sarnies. ( the bag was bigger than I was). I was in attendance on the Bullens Rd side when the blue boy's played an up & coming Derby County (1967/68?) in an evening cup tie. The T.V. camera's where present and Derby played well. Jimmy Husband was badly fouled and stayed on the ground for quite some time when the trainer (Eglington?) asked for assistance from the St Johns. I as a boy had to stay sitting on our stretcher till from the middle of the park I was screamed at to bring a blanket onto the pitch (to keep Jimmy warm of course). Unfortunately the lad on the Goodison Rd side heard this as well and both of us saw our chance for eternal fame. From both sides of the pitch came two little lads running & almost tripping ourselves up (with the blankets) to the the site of the injured player. There then followed an unseemly scene as we both tried to drape our own blanket over our stricken hero. Just before we started trading blows the trainer requested (ever so politely) that we leave the field of play. Despite the embarrassment of this episode I've been there at many of our glorious moment's over the year's and still follow the Blue's from my home here in Bergen op Zoom ( The Netherlands), my kid's are blue and quite a few of my colleague's and friend's follow the blue's as well in one of the local Cafe's (next up the Derby 11 Dec. @13:45 cet). Keep up the good work. p.s. hello to me uncle Robert, aunty Margaret and aunty Theresa. (14/12/04) 161. Adrian Davies, Brisbane, Australia. Born with blue blood in 1964. Went to my first game against Southampton in 69. Was a regular both at the park End before it was redeveloped? Street End including boys pen on occasions and then Bullens Road Terrace. Unfortunately, moved to Saudi Arabia in 1990 to work and have lived in Australia for the past 8 1/2 years. Strange really as my dad is a red nose but my uncle and grand dad were blue. My
2 boys aged 3 and 4 and 7 year old daughter are blue blood with a new
kit every year and everything else that goes with it. Still get up at
Coming from North Wales it is really great to hear and see my children - everything mentioned about football and any game or action in TV is greeted with "is that Everton dad - we are the best" and when are we going to Everton. try and explain to a 4 year old that Everton is 26 hours away. I had to take him to a Brisbane Strikers game last year and told him it was Everton just to get him off my back. He had his everton shirt on, Everton"soccer" ball and his Rooney" scarf (which is now in the bin). I suppose the fact that Jason kearton was on the bench had some connection with the blues. My
number plates are EFC - nothing more, nothing less with the peoples
club sticker on the back. I still get upset when we lose - even more
so 160. Tom Russell age 15. I went to my first Everton game about nine years ago. All I can remember was we lost 1 nil because Dwight Yorke scored for Villa. My best games where one all v Coventry, seven one v Saints and two one West Brom because it showed we are a club without plastic blues like rooney, barmby, speed, jeffers. The list is endless. I have had a season ticket since I was 10, but before that I went 2 plenty of home games and the odd away game. I would like 2 thank my Uncle John for taking me to the matches as well as Mark, Max and my Dad who have all given me lifts over the past 9 years. To places such as boro, Bolton and Newcastle. Thanks Great site! (27/10/04) 159. Fredrik Mellem, Oslo. I was eight years old, it was Saturday. All my class mates were supporting Liverpool, always talking about Kevin Keegan, John Torsak, Phil Neal and Ray Clemence - and so was I… Until those magnificent 90 minutes. Already the next Monday in my schools playground I stood up for my brand new mission in life. It was Everton. And the man was Bob Latchford. Best regards. (27/10/04) 158. Phil. I was born on the same day as Dixie Dean. no need to say anymore!!!!! (27/10/04) 157. Rob from Dublin. I became an Evertonian on 28 August 1981, the day I was born. My Dad supported Everton, I don't know why he did, I never asked him, but I followed in his footsteps. I was too young to remember the fantastic mid-eighties, I remember having the shirt though, but I do remember the 1989 FA Cup final, It was the day of my Holy Commuinion. I remember going to my aunties house after the church, all my family were around, handing me cards with money, but I didn't care about the cards or the money all I wanted to do was sit in front of the tele and watch the match. It was only at half time that they go me away from the tele to take some photos. I also remember the FA Cup replay with the red shite 4-4, sitting in my bedroom listening to the radio & going fucking crazy around the house when Tony Cottee equalised twice, as only a ten year old can do. I
had every Everton shirt until I was around 16, but I started to loose
a bit of interest in football. Girls, cigarettes & drinking in the
park seemed We've got off to a great start this season, all credit to the players and especially Moyesy, the best manager in the league. Lets hope we can bring in a few good players in January. Great site lads. (27/10/04) 156. ConwDel. I became an evertonian in 1968. It was FA cup final day. The daily mirror used to do cartoon caricatures of the 2 teams contesting the final. My older brother went for WBA , I opted for Everton I was 7. He swapped allegiance to Leeds a couple of years later I stuck to the blues. I remember one year we got knocked out by Sheff utd in the FA cup, I cried my eyes out. i Had a teacher in my school in Cardiff who supported Everton.He was from Liverpool and he got tickets for the League cup final against Aston Villa. At first he promised to take me to the match but I think he realised his mistake ( how could he take a pupil to a football match in London ). He avoided me until the Match or matches were played, I never forgave him. The next big moment I remember was the semi-final against Liverpool. I listened to the game on the radio and screamed and danced and hugged my mother when Bryan Hamiliton scored the winner or so I thought. I was depressed for weeks after. Ten years later I was working in London and traveling back home to Cardiff at the weekends by train. I bumped into Clive Thomas in the bar and asked him why he'd disallowed Hamilton's goal, it was handball he said. I informed him I'd hated him ever since .I managed to get to as many games as I could. The FA cup tie game in Cardiff sticks out when Duncan McKenzie scored from an Albert Lamour back pass and gave a two fingered salute to the city fans in the grange end. In 1985 i listened to the BBC world service as I was working in the Italian dolomites, that FA semi against Luton and the great win at home to Bayern when Kaiser Franz said we didn't have a chance. I was home when we clinched the title and cup winners cup. I was at wembley for the 1986 final and the win against Man ure in 1995. I'm still a blue and hope we can get over losing Rooney and support David Moyes as much as possible. (17/09/04) 155. Bobby from Skelmersdale age 34. All I can remember is my first game against Middlesborough in 1977 and then a great story from my second against Crystal Palace in 1980. 0-0 at half time and a boy in front of me predicted 5-0 - which was the final score - only being 10 I made no money out of it. I thought I was an Evertonian due to the influence and guidance of my uncle George who managed to nurture me, but not my brother, to support this great team. That was until I found out the truth - I was officially born with blue blood having been kept in an incubator at birth due to blue feet - what s..e thought it was bad to have blue feet! (17/09/04) 154. Lee. I became an Evertonian in the late 60's, aged about 10. I'd become fed up that my then team (West Ham) kept losing to rubbish opposition. Who to support instead? Living in Kent it was only natural that all my classmates were Man Utd supporters. So I decided to back the next horse that beat them, Everton, 1-0. A few days of bragging, although I should have realised what the lads had in store for me when shortly after they lost the FA Cup semi-final 1-0 to Man City, the goal scored 90 seconds from full time. Man Utd, eh? You've gotta love 'em. (07/09/04) 153. Mark 14 from Liverpool. Been a blue all my life. Started going the match since 1997. Season ticket holder, hardley missed an away match in the last 3 years with my dad [john ed]. You say you are a blue but the die hard fans are the one who follow Everton all over England throw thick and thin. I would just like to say 'THANKS' to my dad for taking me to all the away games and come on Everton. (07/09/04) 152.
John Aged 53 and 3/4. My
first ever football match was Liverpool versus Wolves some time back
in the fifties. My Uncle Jack took me along with his lads; they're all
died in the wool Reds but good lads none the less. I can't abide these
people who slag off other supporters just cause they're different -
it's no different to racism. Anyway, I found myself automatically shouting
for Wolves. I liked the name better and also the colour of the shirt.
nUncle Jack wasn't too happy and related this to my Dad. Dad was a Blue
but couldn't get to many games as he usually worked Saturdays. Dad was My best Everton Memory.... Taking my lad to his first game. (07/09/04) 151.
Rebecca Sumner. Since a very early
age all I have known is how to be a TRUE blue. I nor my family originate
from the land of the blue boys and theres no hereditary supporting of
the blues in my family, so for me to have been supporting the blues
for the past 25 years must mean I was the chosen one! and lucky to have
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