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I always make sure that I NEVER go running on the morning of a game.If I go out running on the morning of a game, I always wear my Everton hat
I think every football fan is nuts to a degree.I think the only conclusion I can draw is that the club has sent a sizeable portion of us quite quite barmy.
Depends. It has got shorter since the Fat waiter leftIs it a short boo, or a long drawn out boooooooo?
Same. I walk up the steps furthest away too, walk along the back before going down to my seat.Always walk up the big back steps to the top of the gwladys then walked down to my seat.
Great story mate.In the 80s, as a kid, when arriving at the ground with my dad (after obsessively parking without fail in Saxonia Road near Walton Hall Park), every time he HAD to say “why don’t you try one of those”, talking about those arl fellas with the battered manky little trolley things selling burgers. He knew full well I would decline the inevitable food poisoning and instead ask for money to buy another badge to pin on my scarf. This went on for years, part of the routine of every home game.
Years later, after Uni and moving away etc, I went back home and we went to a Boxing Day game with tickets from a mate. Parked in Saxonia, even though that was probably too far a walk for him by then. I spent the whole walk hoping he’d ask, and he did, with a completely straight face as always ?. I said “go on then” and I bought us both one. They were utterly filthy and amazing, and no-one died.
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Do Your mates buy you a pre or post match drink?My true superstition is to go to the match with no money. My detractors will claim its because I am a minge-bag, but I maintain it is a genuine superstition! ps I have no data to prove it is successful or not?
But how did Everton get on?In the 80s, as a kid, when arriving at the ground with my dad (after obsessively parking without fail in Saxonia Road near Walton Hall Park), every time he HAD to say “why don’t you try one of those”, talking about those arl fellas with the battered manky little trolley things selling burgers. He knew full well I would decline the inevitable food poisoning and instead ask for money to buy another badge to pin on my scarf. This went on for years, part of the routine of every home game.
Years later, after Uni and moving away etc, I went back home and we went to a Boxing Day game with tickets from a mate. Parked in Saxonia, even though that was probably too far a walk for him by then. I spent the whole walk hoping he’d ask, and he did, with a completely straight face as always ?. I said “go on then” and I bought us both one. They were utterly filthy and amazing, and no-one died.
UTFT ?