I’ve left work early today, drove an hour to the game, paid 55 quid for the ticket, to watch that, then drive an hour home.
My point is…. I’m 38 now. I’m going to say my first game was probably when I was about 8, so thirty years I’ve been doing this, thirty years. The misery I feel is getting to the point where I think ‘is this even worth it anymore’. This is coming from myself who I consider a die hard Everton supporter. I was there at Finch Farm seeing the players off when they went away to Watford, I’ve been there at the coach welcoming’s for Palace, Chelsea, etc, I couldn’t get a ticket for the Bournemouth game so went to the Spellow just because I had to be there.
It’s horrible to say but I am now losing hope. I don’t even want to watch this anymore. Liverpool go a goal down and you just know they are going to win, we go a goal down and it’s curtains. We cannot score goals. We can’t we score goals? How hard is it to get the ball and have a shot? I’m losing the will for this. It’s a sad, sorry state of affairs.