You must be mad mad mad.
My own children aren’t really that bothered and I won’t afflict them with the curse of Everton. Their lives will be better without this mess bringing them down.
Fortunately, football is destroying itself. It is squeezing out all the elements that made it attractive and will wake up one day and realise there isn’t a next generation.
As it gets more and more predictable with the top echelons creating a closed shop, it is killing its roots.
Roll on that liberating day and welcome back happiness.