It's a really good memory for me and I hope it was and is for you and your kidsI took my kids to the same match…..
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Oh you’ve only gone and done it now!I've just read Villa Park's North stand redevelopment has been shelved (this was announced over Christmas).
They've stated the reason behind this is that they don't want to reduce the capacity for a couple of years whilst the rebuild takes place and will look to add a few thousand seats instead by filling in the corners. Seems like a move right out of the Bill Kenwright playbook. Short term gain over the longer term, but hopefully gives us a window to try and close/get ahead of them income wise when we move in to BM.
Also kind of gives an indication how hard it is to redevelop when everything is not in your favour to do so.
Most modern stadiums have rails in away end. Man city had them when I went this year, does make a difference having something to lean on tooWhy also in the away end? Seems odd
Thanks so much, really appreciatedThat's brilliant ! Thank you.
She's looking more amazing each week now. Loved the South window fly past, that was class.
Thank youAbsolutely beautiful…..well done lad…..
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Mate I was at the same match in almost exactly the same circumstances (I was in the Enclosure with the old man). Still to this day one of the most vivid memories I have of supporting Everton. And you're spot on - it was the sound of the boots on wood that is most memorable. Thunder indeed! The other abiding memory was to see my dad - who rarely showed strong emotion - with unfettered joy on his face. Priceless.A fantastic memory to have.
As with many of us I follow Everton because of my Dad. I have quite a few wonderful memories of being with him at Goodison, especially night games. One which stands out was when we beat West Brom 2-0 on a Wednesday night in April 1970 to clinch the league title (April 1st I think). There was over 58,000 packed in and my Dad had managed to get 2 seats (I know!) in the Upper Gwladys (he worked for an independent bakery called Thomas Scott & Sons and Thomas Scott was 'something' at Everton, possibly on the board in some capacity. Thomas Scott was a real philanthropist, too, and occasionally gave out complimentary tickets). Not long before the end of the game the crowd were just chanting "Champions" and banging their feet on the wooden floors and clapping three times before repeating it for what seemed like 10 minutes. The whole ground was doing it. The noise was like cannons going off and the echoing of "Champions" seemed to go on forever. Most in the Upper Gwladys were on their feet, stomping the floors like crazy and my Dad had me lifted by the scruff of the neck over everyone so I could see (and I was 10 years old, my Dad was built like a bear, scruff of the neck, one arm straight up in the air).
I can still feel, hear and see it now, that joy, that noise, the lights, the pitch, the people, my Dad. I obviously haven't forgotten a single moment and I hope your lad remembers last night with you because, trust me, it means something (and it was against 'them', too. Bonus!).
Love it mate, absolutely love itMate I was at the same match in almost exactly the same circumstances (I was in the Enclosure with the old man). Still to this day one of the most vivid memories I have of supporting Everton. And you're spot on - it was the sound of the boots on wood that is most memorable. Thunder indeed! The other abiding memory was to see my dad - who rarely showed strong emotion - with unfettered joy on his face. Priceless.
Loved the post. Hardly any footage exists from that game. Even then the telly hated us. By the way, Scott's bakery was on Dunning's Bridge Road in Netherton. I lived quite near it and remember the gorgeous smell of freshly baked bread if you were close by. Anyone else remember their vans? They were maroon with those funny concertina doors at the back. Black and white telly, going to school in a duffle coat on a foggy morning, Blackler's Christmas grotto etc, etc, etc. Happy days.A fantastic memory to have.
As with many of us I follow Everton because of my Dad. I have quite a few wonderful memories of being with him at Goodison, especially night games. One which stands out was when we beat West Brom 2-0 on a Wednesday night in April 1970 to clinch the league title (April 1st I think). There was over 58,000 packed in and my Dad had managed to get 2 seats (I know!) in the Upper Gwladys (he worked for an independent bakery called Thomas Scott & Sons and Thomas Scott was 'something' at Everton, possibly on the board in some capacity. Thomas Scott was a real philanthropist, too, and occasionally gave out complimentary tickets). Not long before the end of the game the crowd were just chanting "Champions" and banging their feet on the wooden floors and clapping three times before repeating it for what seemed like 10 minutes. The whole ground was doing it. The noise was like cannons going off and the echoing of "Champions" seemed to go on forever. Most in the Upper Gwladys were on their feet, stomping the floors like crazy and my Dad had me lifted by the scruff of the neck over everyone so I could see (and I was 10 years old, my Dad was built like a bear, scruff of the neck, one arm straight up in the air).
I can still feel, hear and see it now, that joy, that noise, the lights, the pitch, the people, my Dad. I obviously haven't forgotten a single moment and I hope your lad remembers last night with you because, trust me, it means something (and it was against 'them', too. Bonus!).