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Player Valuation: £8m
Just looked at a photo posted by @alan ball showing the old main stand. (Thanks to Alan and @Joey66 & others for keeping us aware of our history.)
I can remember my first game back in'62 ... walked half the length of Scotty with my dad almost wetting myself with excitement. Getting into Goodison Road and then into that stand and the roar from the thousands standing underneath. Asking my dad who this or that player was, "That's Alex", "He's Denis Law". It was a night match and we won well with 2 from Alex. I think there were about 70,000 there and the roar split the night. I was an Evertonian before I ever went near the place but that night night, I fell in love. Head over heels in love and I couldn't stop talking about it all the following week.
I wasn't just in love, I also became a drug addict ... I couldn't get enough of the buzz of the place & it was intoxicating: we had one hell of a team in that season and (with a couple of blips) throughout the 60's. Youngy's reputation grew and he became the Golden Ghost, the Vision. At school, on the street, we'd always be shouting, "What's our name" ...
My biggest wish now is that a new generation of young'uns have the chance of experiencing the real Everton and that players like James and DCL give them the bug that I caught. That they can say to their Red mates, "Yeah, so and so isn't bad. But he's not James, is he?"
And when that dreadful / wonderful day comes that we leave Goodison, we do it on the biggest high we've had in too many long, cold years.
So what are your memories and hopes?
I can remember my first game back in'62 ... walked half the length of Scotty with my dad almost wetting myself with excitement. Getting into Goodison Road and then into that stand and the roar from the thousands standing underneath. Asking my dad who this or that player was, "That's Alex", "He's Denis Law". It was a night match and we won well with 2 from Alex. I think there were about 70,000 there and the roar split the night. I was an Evertonian before I ever went near the place but that night night, I fell in love. Head over heels in love and I couldn't stop talking about it all the following week.
I wasn't just in love, I also became a drug addict ... I couldn't get enough of the buzz of the place & it was intoxicating: we had one hell of a team in that season and (with a couple of blips) throughout the 60's. Youngy's reputation grew and he became the Golden Ghost, the Vision. At school, on the street, we'd always be shouting, "What's our name" ...
My biggest wish now is that a new generation of young'uns have the chance of experiencing the real Everton and that players like James and DCL give them the bug that I caught. That they can say to their Red mates, "Yeah, so and so isn't bad. But he's not James, is he?"
And when that dreadful / wonderful day comes that we leave Goodison, we do it on the biggest high we've had in too many long, cold years.
So what are your memories and hopes?