It’s one of them for me; you’ve got to like what they’ve done with the old place if that’s your thing. Playing on the ground that saw the first league championship arrive in this city, before they even existed, must be a source of inspiration. The photo of the other Yanks who owned them - was it Gillette & Hicks? - putting a space into Stanley Park that saw them deceive the EU of a few million in grants for a project they had neither the means or ability to ever see through. A few metal fences around a patch of muddied grass represented the furthest they’ve come to developing a new stadium of their own.
Like hermit crabs, they occupy space vacated by others when the occupier moves on. Thoroughly welcomed by the local community through a deliberate policy of tinning up available houses over many years that saw property prices collapse in the area as they acquired property to support their expansion plans yet failed to engage the local community and blighted local residents lives. Perhaps we as a club and fanbase lack their cynical ambition and take a more considered and conciliatory approach to the disruption caused to the community and of future potential our third stadium build will bring. But there again, I’m local and understand, like the Club do, what a responsibility we have to our local roots despite the extravagance and vulgar riches of Premiership Football. It’s a global game these days and an L postcode and identity probably matters less and less. But for me, Everton are my local team, the nearest side to where I live and it was for that reason, like many in my family before them, is the reason I support them. Football has changed in my lifetime but I’m glad that our club never forgets what it’s local roots in a totally different age. It’s hard for the local young ones to follow a team that has lacked success for a generation; but for those that do, they will always understand!.