Your own sentimental memories of Goodison.


KaiserEFC said:
Just going there with my dad, eating in town before the game, walking round town etc.

I’ll be blunt without blue tinted specs, 90% of the games/football/results was crap and we went home disappointed and thinking it was a waste of time but the other stuff was great
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This. Was rarely the footy. Was always time spent with my Dad. But that’s what going the footy is about for a lot of people friends and family in a shared agony.

I’ve begun to realise how much I will miss Goodison, so much sentimental value there. I question if I can go the football when my dad doesn’t go anymore, funny how as life gets on you realise how important something and someone is to you.
 
So many memories in the Old Lady.

I would struggle to pick one, Bayern Munich, winning the league, Sheedy and his 2 free kicks, Derby day winners, Ferguson beasting defences...the list is endless...

It's not one memory, it's all the memories. My dad taking me and my brothers to the match, the excitement, the celebration, the bovril, the run back to the car at full time, the disappointment, the hope and want to win with 40,000 other fans.

I'm going to miss it all.

I miss my Dad and when we say goodbye to Goodison, I won't be able to look at the turnstiles he walked us through many times and think about the great times we enjoyed.

He knows times change and I am sure he will be with us when we walk into Bramley Moore 💙
 

Quite a few years back I played at Goodison. You bid for a shirt, winner got to play. Treated like a player for the day. Parked in the players car park. My bid got me 45 minutes managed by Derek Mountfield. 10 In the second half some lad went down injured, I was straight up and managed to get another run. Was an amazing day. Walked out to Z cars with a lump in my throat and had our names read out over the annoy.
 
The last few times my dad went with me, we would walk along Goodison road and he would always say, “it will seem strange not doing this walk anymore, when the ground closes wont it”? Going up to the main stand we would have to make regular stops ‘base camps’ i called them, as his legs were failing him. The. On what was to be his last visit, he seemed slower and I thought it was his legs, but I now believe he knew he wouldn't be going back there, so he was just drinking it all in, he did a huge amount of reminiscing about past games and past players that day and on the way back to his house, he said, “ I wont be going the match anymore lad, my legs hurt too much”.

That was more or less the day he gave up, and about four months later he passed away. While that might seem a depressing memory, for me it isn’t even in his late 80’s he got to go to every home game and that last day, being linked up to a back from the ground, he enjoyed it as he got to say his farewell to place that he loved and made sure all his children and grandkids loved.
 
….from the early ‘60s my parents were part of the Everton Supporters Club on City Rd and I had I had a season ticket on the front row of Upper Gwladys St (seat A80). Invariably I’d played footy for the school on a Saturday morning and loved the thought of going to Goodison later. Running up the big set of stairs with the cushion seller at the top but it was the short little rise of the smaller wooden steps and the first view of the stadium that has never left me.

In those days the pitch changed with the season. Beautiful green in August, then the central areas of the 6 yard box and centre circle would go bare and that would extend until May, but the excitement and awe of that view at the top of those wooden stairs never diminished and is what I’ll never forget.
 

Going to see Moyes UTD side get whacked on his return to Goodison with ToffeeDan a few days after his old man had passed away, I didn’t know i was using his ticket, and Dan got quite emotional and was thankful the result was from his dad “looking down on us”, he said. Goodison was falling apart we sat the (very) lower bullens after meeting in the what us now the Stuart Hotel (might have always been?)

Dan won fan of the year on a BBC thing, ran the tipster for years and was generally just a brilliant gentleman, who was so very clearly thought of everywhere. I never knew Dan passed until very recently, but that is one memory that will stay with me for a while.


(Please don’t add likes to this, feels a bit 🚜 ish otherwise at Dans expense, cheers)
 
I was born at home literally a goal kick away from Goodison . So growing up I saw the ground every day of my life more or less for 20+ years. Playing footy against the Bullens Rd gates, SPOT, 3 and in and 60 seconds, remember those games !! Managed to sneak in a couple of times and play on the hallowed turf for 5 minutes or so before being chased.
I still visited that same house many times a week until my Mum passed away ten years ago. Since then it's just the fortnightly visit to watch the Blues.
Therefore it's no single game for me, it's the memory of my childhood and my formative years that will give me a heavy heart on that last day.
 

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