Forgive me Farhad, for I have sinned.

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That's quite some admission! My wife says that to me whenever we're on the end of a good tonking - "Why don't just support a better team?" etc.

The thing is, if I had to categorise my feelings for the club it is not really related to winning, or being entertained. The closest analogy I could make would be that of a son or daughter. I want them to do well, sometimes I get a bit cross with them, but at the end of the day we win and lose together. I just want to be proud of them.

It is different, because a football club is a lot of different and changing people, so I'm free to hate Allardyce with every fibre of my being.

I did once, in school, pretend to be a Man Utd fan as they owned the only part of the playground that was covered and it was raining.
Bet that's not in the least bit INFURIATING!?!
 
Bored in work so...

Here is the place to lay bare your sins regarding our beloved Everton in hope of some kind of resolution, but most likely ridicule. Seeing as I have created this thread I will go first.

The first football game my dad took me to was the Everton vs Arsenal game at the beginning of the 04/05 season. I sat in the main stand surrounded by Blues as Arsenal smoked us 4-1 with Reyes, Bergkamp, Ljungberg and Pires scoring for them and Lee Carsley getting our solitary goal. However I wasn't really allowed to celebrate any of the goals as I was an Arsenal fan at the time. I was young, naive and my dad clearly wanted me to escape the life of suffering I would inevitably have by supporting the blues so allowed this terrible behaviour.

I switched allegiances however and we now have season tickets.
Welcome, Alisher!
 

That's quite some admission! My wife says that to me whenever we're on the end of a good tonking - "Why don't just support a better team?" etc.

The thing is, if I had to categorise my feelings for the club it is not really related to winning, or being entertained. The closest analogy I could make would be that of a son or daughter. I want them to do well, sometimes I get a bit cross with them, but at the end of the day we win and lose together. I just want to be proud of them.

It is different, because a football club is a lot of different and changing people, so I'm free to hate Allardyce with every fibre of my being.

I did once, in school, pretend to be a Man Utd fan as they owned the only part of the playground that was covered and it was raining.
Maybe you should suggest to her that it would be easier to get a better new wife.
 

I sinned.

Sat in a pub some time in the early 2000s watching us get embarrassed 7-0 or something by the Arsenal after an already bad run of miserable awfulness.

The thought crossed my mind, only for the swiftest, slightest part of the tiniest femtosecond: "find another club"

I went hone and showered myself in scalding water for the thought, and still haven't felt properly clean since, but the thought, however transient, was there, I cannot deny it.

Forgive me.

We lost 7-0 to Arsenal straight after qualifying for the Champions League. Slightly embarrassing but Moyes greatest season. Not a run of badness.
 
My confession is perhaps understandable.

I was 5 when we sold Alan Ball. I had no. 8 ironed on my blue Everton round neck jersey as well as white boots. I was devastated.

I cried and cried and then followed him by starting to be an Arsenal fan. I even got an Arsenal kit bag as my schoolbag. It lasted about 6 months and I knew I had to come home again.
 
The only time I wavered slightly was when Sunderland beat Leeds in the 73 FA cup final. It was such a huge upset that many football fans jumped on the Sland bandwagon as there was a lot of anti-Leeds feeling around at the time.

It only lasted a few days however and I was soon back to the test of endurance which was following 1970s Everton.
 
We lost 7-0 to Arsenal straight after qualifying for the Champions League. Slightly embarrassing but Moyes greatest season. Not a run of badness.
Can't have been that one then. Maybe it was an earlier match. A one-off bad result would never have given me doubts.
 
I sinned.

Sat in a pub some time in the early 2000s watching us get embarrassed 7-0 or something by the Arsenal after an already bad run of miserable awfulness.

The thought crossed my mind, only for the swiftest, slightest part of the tiniest femtosecond: "find another club"

I went hone and showered myself in scalding water for the thought, and still haven't felt properly clean since, but the thought, however transient, was there, I cannot deny it.

Forgive me.
That week was the highlight of the last 2 decades! We finished 4th ahead of that lot and qualified for the champions league....qualifiers
 

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