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Your heart is racing, your eyes fill up
Your throat tightens and you can’t speak.
The feeling inside you is of nerves,
Desperation and desire.
But in one moment it is all forgotten.
You hear the sound you have longed for.
The sound of the good times,
Your childhood song.
Z CARS.
THE ROAR GOES UP, YOUR IN HEAVEN
Years have gone by and still the feeling’s the same.
Goals from years gone by I’d love to see again and again.
Legends have come and gone through out the years,
But still Goodison stands ringing out the cheers.
You could go on for pages for your love of our Club,
Story after story, some bad and some good.
Sitting in the old lady gives you goose bumps.
People say its ancient a dump maybe even a shed.
I CALL IT HOME!
©
Leanne Kelly
My
Everton Poem
A WAVE
OF BLUE, WHITE AND BOLD,
OUTSIDE OUR OLD PARK DRIFTS THE COLD,
THROUGH THE TUNRSTILES, WE CROWD IN JOICE
TO WARM THE OLD LADY, SHE HEARS OUR VOICE.
PARK END SMILES AS LADY GWLADYS ERUPTS,
THE MOON SHINES DOWN, AND MOYSIE LOOKS UP.
WHAT THE HECK DO WE CARE, CALLS OUT FROM HEAVEN
ONLY FIVE MORE MINUTES, TIL OUR MAGIC ELEVEN.
RUD-A-DUD-DUD, BLUE SEATS FLICK SHUT...........
STANDING SO PROUD, Z-CARS WE MUST!
MEN STRAIGHT FROM WORK AND WOMEN NOT ALONE
WE SCREAM SHOUT AND CHEER, OUR HEROS ARE HOME.
A PARK SO FAMOUS, WITH COLOURS SO RIGHT,
STEEPED IN HISTORY, TO PAGE ANOTHER FAMOUS NIGHT.
AND IF YA KNOW YA HISTORY, OUR MOTTO IS CLEAR
WE'RE NOT LIKE THE REST, WE'RE ABOVE THAT TIER.
NIL SATIS NISI OPTIMUM.
EVERTON FOOTBALL CLUB FOUNDED 1878
ENGLISH LEAGUE FOUNDER MEMBER
CONTESTED IN MORE SEASONS OF TOP FLIGHT
ENGLISH FOOTBALL THAN ANY OTHER.
©
James Dwyer
BLUE
BLOOD
Blue it is a colour + it’s the colour of our blood
It runs through our bodies + without it we’d be no good
At Goodison there’s a football team ‘The Greatest Of Them All’
The best team to support in the land who play Beautiful Football
Combine the two phrases that I’ve just said above
+ with these inside your heart you know you’ve found True Love
Love it is a feeling + it can tear you apart
But if you’ve got Everton inside - you’ll have contentment in your heart
©
Julie McKenna From Haydock
Joleon
Lescott
Joleon Lescott power house
Not afraid of a tiny mouse
Not afraid of a big brown bear
Joleon Lescott everywhere!
Joleon Lescott centre half
He has showers but not baths
He wears trainers never shoes
Joleon Lescott cannot lose!
Joleon Lescott heads the ball
He has never had a fall
He is never on the ground
Joleon Lescott is so sound!
Joleon Lescott kicks and runs
Not averse to having fun
Lots of laughs when we score goals
Joleon Lescott has pet moles!
Joleon Lescott at left back
Cannot have a heart attack
Cannot get a common cold
Joleon Lescott won't be sold!
Joleon Lescott wears a gown
When he's going out to town
Sometimes he will wear a dress
Joleon Lescott is the best!
Joleon Lescott wins the game
No two snowflakes are the same
No two men are like each other
Joleon Lescott: my twin brother!
Joleon Lescott thank you lots
Yobo's pans and Neville's pots
Osman's spoons and Carsley's knives
Joleon Lescott has ten wives.
© Robbie Rae
A
POEM ABOUT "DIXIE"
Everton
once had a Captain, his name was "Dixie" Dean;
The greatest centre forward the world has ever seen.
FOUR FORTY goals in 497 (despite the dodgy fashion!);
And when he played at Anfield, he gave the Reds a bashin'!
Then on one day in '28 (the Arsenal were our foes);
Our Dixie worked a miracle – it kept us on our toes!
He needed just three League goals (one more for 58);
“Saturday, 5th May 1928”: Dixie beat the record and ended all debate!
The first a bullet header that bulged the “onion bag”;
A jammy “pen.” the second, but who am I to nag?
60 goals for Everton made us champions to the fore-
Please send me in the "Tardis" (if not against the law!)
To visit dear old Goodison, that bright and joyful day;
I'd love to see his 60th and a shilling’s all I'd pay!
The corner lobbed by Alex Troup, right to that curly head;
A missile in the net again and all the doubts were fled!
They say that when he scored it, the roar above in Walton;
Woke pigeons at the Pier Head and carried on to Halton!
The seagulls got the “wildies” (they weren’t to know the score!)
Then flew right over Anfield and “scored”, below, once more!
A priest had been with Dixie the night before the game;
He prayed to God in heaven for him to seal his fame.
If only I’d have seen it, I'd die a happy man;
To have seen immortal Dixie, who was older than my nan!
I’ve heard that when he scored the third, a boozer begged a kiss;
But Dixie stuck to handshakes, with all the crowd in bliss!
I wouldn't have a care then - just ready for my box;
And up to royal blue heaven, with Dixie - bless his socks!
Some talk of icon “legends”, with “Beamer”, “Merc” or Lexus;
THEY COULDN’T LACE OUR DIXIE’S BOOTS; so leave it out
- DON’T VEX US!
“Nil Satis Nisi Optimum” is on our badge so proud;
If our lads fail to reach their peak, they’re “informed” by the crowd!
So when you pass that statue and your kids say “Who’s that, dad?”
You’ll reply with a smile and a lump in your throat - “That’s easy –
the best we’ve had!”
(With acknowledgement to John Keith’s excellent biography: “Dixie Dean
–The Inside Story of a Football Icon.” William Ralph "Dixie"
Dean would have been 101 on 22nd January 2008. He died at his beloved
Goodison Park, 28 years ago, on Saturday 1st March 1980. Once a blue,
always a blue. (Wayne Rooney, please take note.) Monday, 5th May 2008
will be the 80th anniversary of the achievement of an incredible record
by a 21-year-old which, (barring supernatural intervention!), will undoubtedly
last for all time. The name of the lad from Laird Street, Birkenhead
will live for evermore. Rest in peace, immortal Dixie - and thanks for
the memories!) Mike
Morris, Netherton
Derby
Day by Ben Rigby
So as I
left, about quarter to eight,
I
was nervous, exited, could not wait.
The
mist was thick, the weather grey,
But
surely nothing could ruin this special day.
The
drive was swift, not much traffic at all,
For
we were on our way to Liverpool.
Past
Villa, Coventry and Walsall we went,
Wondering
what happened to Marcus Bent.
Reminiscing
of derby days good and bad,
Cahill
was fit? I was glad…
We pulled
in the car park, walked across Stanley Park,
Nothing
to see except Anfield and bark….
We
walked round the ground a see of blue,
Very,
very early, not much to do,
Then
up pulled a coach, full of dirty red shite,
I
had a look, saw Kuyt! What a fright!
The
coach drove away the stadium was open,
Full
of excitement, I was hoping…
I ate my
pie and took to my seat,
Look to my left, its the Gwladys street…
The
players warm up, But Cahill isn’t there,
So
many injuries, we’re down to bare..
Wessels
looks a mess, Stubbsy looks pumped,
Blimey look at Crouch, no need for him to jump…
The
players go in, 10 minutes to go,
How
it will end I do not know….
Suddenly
Z-Cars rings out! The Goodison roar!!
Here
at the old lady, like many before.
They
run through the teams, Jagz and Victor play,
Will
we see little Pienaar today…
The
Shite across the park have banners I see,
Fuck
off you mugs, If you know your history!
We
take to our seats, the atmosphere is so load,
Redshite
behind me, now that’s not allowed….
For the
first ten minutes, there on the attack…
Vorinin
through o Fack! O Fack!
But
Howard makes the save, Our American hero,
The
score remains zero to zero…
Victor
goes close, Everton should score,
O
please more, more, more, more!
Stubbs
whips one in, and whats he doing!!!
Sami
Hyppia haha for once were not booing!!!!!
He
scores and own goal, our fans go mad!!!!!
Crying
with laughter, that’s just my dad!!!
The
blues up 1-0, half time whistle goes,
What
was Hyppia doing, heaven knows?
The second
half started, we look tired,
Liverpool
are wank, Benitez should be fired…
When
o my gosh, Gerrard breaks through,
Hibbo
stop him, o poo! o poo!
He
brings him down the ref gives a pen,
Now
look, we’re down to ten.
Hibbert's
sent off, the ugly mug scores…
Fuck
off Liverpool you bunch of whores!!
Kuyt flies
in, like a kung foo master,
Fucking
dick, could have put Neville in plaster!!!
Yet
he’s only booked? The ref is a prick,
What
a prat, he sucks carragers dick….
As
time goes on we should have had a pen,
This
referee driving me round the bend…
2
Minutes to go Gerrard subbed off,
Please
blues hold on, o golly gosh.
Some
insignificant fucker has a shot, Neville handball,
I can’t believe it, pen to Liverpool.
Now Phil
is sent off, were down to nine,
Howard
mutters its mine its mine…
Kuyt
steps up, he scored the pen,
Our
poor, poor beloved Everton…
I
can take no more we leave our seats,
Then
one more thing, misery complete.
Carrager
assaults Lescott from behind,
Referee
your fucking blind…
I can’t
believe it, robbed, cheated, Liverpool scum,
Clattenburg
I hate you, you dad and your mum…
Walking
back to the car, a sea of blue,
One
man scream ‘’Hibberts, what are you’’!!
So
disappointed feeling so down,
Remember
last year Reina the clown…
Whatever
happened today, we are blessed,
Everton
fc, engraved in my chest.
We
are, and always will be, better than the rest.
©Ben Rigby
Heroic
- Proud to be a blue
11 men stood to take the test
11 men in Blue
Underdogs but not underlings
Blue blood thumping through
Red-shite hoards all around
No wonder they looked glum
They'd not counted on those special words
Nil Satis Optimum
In Rafa's case you can safely say
He's just not standing tall
The Hammers experience should have told him
Pride comes before a fall
So let your arse be Satis
And your voice be a little shrill
In 06-07 your Optimum
Was quite bluntly - 3-Nil
To the blues
©
Mike C
started
walkin backwards
goodison in the distance
walk past builders in stanley park
for them there's no resistance
plannin permission
no intermission
desions as expected
when we tried to move the park
the council just rejected
no offer from council for site in city
they must fuckin hate us
Kirkby sure thats not too bad
but loose our city status
one step forward two steps back
city for reds
no goin back
campaign against
show your reaction
Liverpool F.C only team in Liverpool!
dont give them the satisfaction
(By The STJ'S)
As
I sat and watched big brother
As
I sat and watched big brother,
I
was only looking at Jades Mother,
I
knew the shite were playing that night,
Arsenal
were up, to be there plight.
Couldn’t
watch the reds, they give me stick,
Stupid
me they got twated for six.
They said
they stayed right to the end,
Maybe
they’re just waiting to blend,
Are
they really that mad or just sad
Me
I think they’re just really bad.
Should
I send a txt or just phone,
I’ll
bet last night “They walked alone”.
Six of
the best is usually the cane
But
last night was quite inane
They’re
undoing their laces,
But
look at their faces
I
get no fun at taking the piss
So
why am I smiling looking so bliss.
In my conclusion
I’ll say what a treat
Gunners
won the shite got beat,
What
can I do it’s just a grenade
They
didn’t win but they did get laid.
Never
before have I been so pleased
To
see the gob-shites on their knees
Tony
DUNCAN
(27/11/1998)
WHEN YOU FIRST CAME DOWN TO EVERTON,
ALL THE WOMEN THOUGHT YOU'D COME FROM HEAVEN,
BUT ALL THE MEN KNEW YOU WERE FROM A SCOTTISH GLEN,
AND WHEN THE CROWD BEGAN TO CRY,
AS YOU SAILED UP THROUGH THE SKY,
WHEN BIG JOE'S FIRST GAME HAD GONE,
THE START OF THE LEGEND HAD BEGUN QUITE SIMPLY, DUNCAN.
AS THE CORNER CAME OVER YOU ROSE HIGHEST OF ALL,
THE WHOLE SHITES DEFENCE MISSED THE BALL,
YOU PLANTED THE BALL IN THE GWLADYS STREET GOAL,
ARISE HERO DUNCAN YOUR FIRST EVERTON GOAL.
NOW OVER THE 4 YEARS YOU WERE AT GOODISON PARK,
WE NEVER LOST TO THEM FROM ACROSS THE PARK,
NOW THAT IN ITSELF IS A REMARKABLE FEAT,
AND EVERYBODY HERE THANKS YOU,
FROM THE PARKEND TO THE GWLADYS STREET,
BUT NOW YOUVE MOVED ON, SO THE LEGEND HAS BEGUN,
QUITE SIMPLY DUNCAN.
"R.I.P. DUNCAN FERGUSON"
PS: EVERTON FOREVER.
"JOHNSON OUT"
I WROTE THIS POEM SHORTLY AFTER THAT PRICK JOHNSON SOLD DUNC TO THE
BARCODES FROM UNDER WALTER'S NOSE,THOUGHT I LOST IT BUT FOUND IT IN
AN OLD SUIT I WAS THROWING OUT. THANKS. BRIAN HARTLEY.
Andy Johnson
comes along
All the Evertonians sing a song
In the derby we battered them
Thanks to Andy and his gem
This season we will have glory
and as I say who needs Troare
Everyone talks about stevie g
So what, who cares we got three
Rooney says once a Blue always a Blue
but that was never gonna to be true.
By
Louise Rowan (aged 10)
THE
DREAM (or is it)?
I had a
dream the other night,it was the strangest dream of all.
I dreamt I was in heaven,away from life's hard call.
It was as I'd imagined,before I was dead.
The signs to heaven were all in BLUE, hell signs were painted red!
I entered
through the golden gates,and I heard the heavenly band.
There was John the Baptist on Davey Moyes right hand.
He plays for the "Heaven Everton",who are very fit and keen.
We'd play the heaven liverpool,if they could only raise a team!
There's
football every morning on a field of golden corn.
The referee is Gabriel and he blows on a silver horn.
They tell me we play hell next week in the annual charity.
I wouldn't mind but I've been told, tommy smith is marking me!
All EVERTONS
past football heroes are sitting in the stand.
And underneath their halos those Royal Blue shirts look grand.
And when they sing,God bless 'em,and chant the Street End Rule!
Up in heaven truth will tell we Whooped them liverpool!
It's right
about the mansions they say are way up 'ere.
There's food and clothes for everyone,and streams of home brewed beer.
It never gets to crowded,and it's sunnier than the Med.
There's fourteen hundred thousand blues, and not a single red.
But now
my dream has faded,and I wake up to the morn.
To find beneath my pillow a sheaf of golden corn.
So I know that when I go there beyond deaths victory..........
Must take my Royal Blue jersey on the gospel train with me!
New words by:- Howie Williams a.k.a. Big Bobs Beard!!!
With
thanks and apologies to Max Boyce.
