Picture it if you will good sir, the beautifully crafted by Aston Martin engineers pod seemlesly pulls into The newly opened Goodison Station to a gentle and reassuring hiss. The door opens, you and a half drunk bottle of champagne roll out as the "Bond Girl" rolls over into the faux fur rug you've just given her the best 6 minutes from Limestreet of her life in. You stride to the escalators, a spring in your step with a renewed vigour for the day. You take in the beautifully finished Everton Muriel's that cover the walls, you breath in the smells and aromas from the new street food vendors in the fan quarter. That's before I even talk about pubs, bars etc that go along with the experience