allezlesbleus
Player Valuation: £35m
Good post mate.we didn't help ourselves as per usual.
PROUD? I wasn't; I was absolutely gutted, I've never been so gutted before or since.
Went to work Friday, left the Greenhills in Allerton after last orders Friday evening, drove down over night, did the morning pubs at Smithfield market, played footy in Hyde park - Missed Clay/Ali. Saw the game...I still can't listen to 'Congratulations' by Cliff that they played after the game.
We found our car (a Hillman Imp ) drove North a bit, said 'K It, and found a pub somewhere. I was still that gutted it took me all night to get 2 or 3 pints down...I just couldn't stomach it. We got home a god knows what A.M. on Sunday morning
Get up and go to an open top parade...I should 'kin Coco.
Just turned 9. No idea what my uncle/godfather did to get me a ticket...best not to ask. Mum convinces Dad to get whole family to go to London and meet friends of hers. Big mistake to mix footy with "hate footy" on cup final day. Lunch never worked, nearly late for match. Match was dire. We were poor against a team we had laced twice. Missed sitter late on to win it. Never really got going. Got hit by a really good strike with that lucky rebound I described. Was sat away from Everton fans. Missed train home because of extra time. Mum had taken the two littler sprogs back to Liverpool and she had our tickets!! Wandered streets until about 11 and managed to get in the mail van of a late train home sitting on floor for 6 hour journey home. Murder ensued when we got back!!!! Such a contrast for my poor dad for whom 14th May 1966 had been the best day of his life and he was gutted this had gone so wrong for me.
But setting all that aside while I hardly remember the details of the match my abiding memory of the event is literally dozens of groups of Evertonians wandering around London like us that evening singing " and we'll fight fight fight with all our might for the boys in the royal blue jerseys". We did not go to the parade either mate although I wanted to. They did not win and I agree with not celebrating second best. But I learned something about being an Evertonian that day and my dad's story of the match at Goodison a couple of days later when the fans cheered Jimmy Husband to the rafters and sang "Goodison's better than Wembley" and "we're not going home" at the end of the game until players came back onto the pitch stuck with me too. And look what they did a couple of seasons later!!!