Your own sentimental memories of Goodison.

[Tipp blue]

The time I cable tied my neck to the post and held up the game Vs Newcastle for 10 minutes. #juststopoil.

 

[Caolam]

I have no one overriding sentimental memory of Goodison, it is just that it be part of my life for so long. As I hurtle towards my seventieth birthday and I look back to my first memories I recall Alan Ball and his white boots playing on a pitch more akin to those I played on when you needed two days to get the impacted dirt off as opposed to todays billiard tables. I recall the industrial nature of the place, it was instantly recognisable, it was “home”.

 

[barneygumble]

My first really quite touching Goodison moment (and I had lots of awe-striking moments prior) was the Cadamarteri Derby.

My old fella had moved away for work, and my Grandad took me, it was the first time I'd been with my Grandad, we were in the Main Stand (never asked why, as we had Park End ST's), and we were right in line with the Cadamarteri goal.

Just remember the nice embrace and excitement of it all. Think I'd always thought fondly of that moment, but all of these things are amplified when you lose someone, so when my Grandad passed away in 2022, I remember mentioning it during my speech at his funeral.

That's probably my favourite ever Goodison memory, it's unique to me, reminds me of someone I miss dearly every day, and of course we won a Derby (on my first crack).

 

[Bryan+]

Also, congratulating John Ebbrell for his goal v Stockport and being overwhelmed by him saying thanks outside Goodison, sharing a song with Stuart Barlow on the soccerbus. Enjoying a chicken in a basket in the park end for £5 and a match ticket to our FA cup game v Bristol (Matt Jackson scored)

Watching both Earl Barrett and Barry Horne being sent off v Newcastle away as we all sat in the park end watching a massive screen on the pitch, in the cold and dark. I was only a kid and genuinely wondered at that age why I was bothering.

Sitting in the top Balcony when Rhys Jones Parents walked on to the pitch, a very empty feeling around us all that day.

Sitting in the only spot in the family enclosure that .. isn’t enclosed and getting absolutely soaked.

Seeing Colin Harvey a few times getting his lift (usually a massive Range Rover) after the game and always stopping for hellos and photos.

The toffee girl, I hope she comes back to BMD, used to be boss getting them sweets.

 

[Dario Terracotta]

Also, congratulating John Ebbrell for his goal v Stockport and being overwhelmed by him saying thanks outside Goodison, sharing a song with Stuart Barlow on the soccerbus. Enjoying a chicken in a basket in the park end for £5 and a match ticket to our FA cup game v Bristol (Matt Jackson scored)

Watching both Earl Barrett and Barry Horne being sent off v Newcastle away as we all sat in the park end watching a massive screen on the pitch, in the cold and dark. I was only a kid and genuinely wondered at that age why I was bothering.

Sitting in the top Balcony when Rhys Jones Parents walked on to the pitch, a very empty feeling around us all that day.

Sitting in the only spot in the family enclosure that .. isn’t enclosed and getting absolutely soaked.

Seeing Colin Harvey a few times getting his lift (usually a massive Range Rover) after the game and always stopping for hellos and photos.

The toffee girl, I hope she comes back to BMD, used to be boss getting them sweets.

You got a sweet off the Toffee girl?!!!lucky sod

 

[Dario Terracotta]

Aged 12, on a sunny day in 1963. In the Gwladys Street watching us beat Fulham 4-1 to become Champions of the First Division. A Roy Vernon hat-trick. Wonderful days!

And a rareity a header from Roy,well according to my old fella who was there too

 

[Old Blue 2]

And a rareity a header from Roy,well according to my old fella who was there too

And Albert Dunlop was in goal, as Gordon West got injured about 3-4 games before that last game.

 

[Paul E]

Like a lot of you, some of my best memories are at Goodison and it will be an incredibly difficult day v Southampton. We all know we need to move on to make new memories but the legacy of the old lady will resonate with so many of us, and for lots of different reasons, for years to come.

My Dad was a steward at Goodison in the early 80's through to '95 and, for a long time, used to get me in the game for nothing via the stewards entrance at the corner of the Gwladys Street and the Bullens Road. I remember that the same policeman used to let me in each week (certainly felt like that). This was all predominantly before the standing terraces were removed but I did used to be able to sit in the lower bullens a lot - only problem was I used to be in the game about 2.5 hours before kick off. I remember just sitting there most weeks with a sausage roll and drink watching the players arrive and listening to a practically empty Goodison before fans slowly started to arrive. It sucked me in and I would be excited before each game to experience it again. Some weeks they even let a couple of my mates in. All stopped in the early 90's but I had a season ticket in there for years to come afterwards.

One of my earliest memories is winning the league in 1987 (I was 6) and watching Ratcliffe and Reid carry the trophy around Goodison in a sea of blue and white. Not sure why it's them two I remember only, but it is certainly a core memory. I was sat in between two distant family members in the lower bullens and I remember how happy everyone was - especially my old man. There are plenty of other great memories at Goodison down the years but that one is a core memory given I was so young.

I also took my son to his first game in January 2014 (he was 4) with my old man also. We beat QPR 4-0 in the FA Cup at a cold Goodison. We sat at the front of the upper Gwladys and two older ladies behind us kept giving my lad sweets and he was made up. He's 15 now but suggests he still remembers it. A couple of years later he picked his first season ticket in the family enclosure and we've been sat there since. Now it's all about going to watch my beloved blues with my son including starting a new chapter at Bramley Moore.

By pure luck, my old man got a ticket for the second test event last night because his best mate can't go. He won't be sat by us but he'll be coming with us and we'll get to see the new ground properly for the first time together. All three generations of us and we'll hopefully get to see our stone on Everton way together (unlikely though I know). My dad hasn't been to any game with us since that QPR game in 2014 (he's 70 soon) so, for me, it will be a pretty emotional experience for that too!

 

[Nyhus]

Sitting in the back of a taxi, seeing Goodison appear in front of me for the first time. Get goosebumps just thinking about it.

 

[Dario Terracotta]

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.

On the very same journey with my own dad mate,he last went to Goodison think it was the ill fated Bournemouth league game!!,I've got a push chair for him these days as his legs at 86 are very poor with various health conditions,insulin diabetes,the dreaded Alzheimer's,he was even in hospital new year with a twisted bowel, desperately hoping I can get him there one last time this season,got him his season ticket for next season and even if he only makes it to one game at BMD it will be fine,owe him that,brought me up an Evertonian

 

[Cameron Manning]

On the very same journey with my own dad mate,he last went to Goodison think it was the ill fated Bournemouth league game!!,I've got a push chair for him these days as his legs at 86 are very poor with various health conditions,insulin diabetes,the dreaded Alzheimer's,he was even in hospital new year with a twisted bowel, desperately hoping I can get him there one last time this season,got him his season ticket for next season and even if he only makes it to one game at BMD it will be fine,owe him that,brought me up an Evertonian

I have many happy memories of being in Goodison Park to go with the bad ones, most of them shared with my mate Mick who lived in the next street to me growing up, we saw our first away game at Maine Road for the semi final game v Bolton in 1953, I was 12 Mick was 10 just to illustrate how long we had been watching Everton although we had been to many Everton games well before then.

My last memory of my mate was about five years ago when we watched a league cup game in the Upper Bullens stand, Mick had Alzheimer’s and didn’t even know he was there really, me and his son watching the game but with our eyes on Mick as well, I think of him often after I’ve sat down cheering an Everton goal and thought how we used to celebrate those goals together starting in the Boys Pen and different parts of the ground finishing in the Upper Bullens in the last twenty years of watching Everton together.

 

[bcblue1878]

Sentimental memories of Goodison all revolve around being there with my Dad, who passed away in 2006!
He was one of those who were at Goodison for its biggest ever crowd v Liverpool in 1948 as a 15 year old, and part of the smallest league crowd v Coventry in 1983!
So mine in some sort of order….

First game 1967 as an 8 year old, v Blackpool reserves, can still remember the “greenness” of the pitch, and weirdly the bright orange Blackpool shirts!
First trophy win witnessed live, winning the league v WBA in 1970, what a night!
Best game, Bayern Munich 1985.
Rooney’s goal v Arsenal 2002, was there with my Dad and my 9 year old. My Dad had left a couple of minutes before Rooney scored to get out before the rush! We thought he’d missed “that” goal ! Then we found him on our way out, still celebrating, he’d stopped at the top of some steps as Rooney got the ball and stood watching as the ball flew past Seaman into the net! He was leaping round like the 15 year old him in 1948!

Great memories of being at Goodison with my Dad!

 

[nevsonlymate]

I once picked a bogey and wiped it on some woman’s head

Getting home from the match and attempting to seduce my wife by running my fingers through her and finding a big bogey on the end of my fnger some passion killer that

 

[nevsonlymate]

Walking out of the top balcony for my first night game under the lights and just seeing how green the grass looked under the lights, reading my 10p program that was included in the £1 entrance fee if i recall right

 

[Cow kecks]

Just seen the latest video of young George Shaw, remember him? Won goal of the month in 2014, I don't don't think any of us have the memories that young lad will have. Once Everton and Goodison has touched you hey gang.