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Craig Walker
21/05/2025 19:39:06
Wonderful article, Paul.
I think of my dad, too. He took me and my twin brother in December 1986 v Norwich having gone to the Man City away game the week before, in the City end. We were under instructions not to celebrate goals. Paul Power played and scored in a 1-3 win and we beat Norwich 4-0 at Goodison in our first game.
As you say, the greenness of the pitch. The floodlights. The half time and full time scores on the tannoy hoping that lot had lost. The Toffee Lady. The players warming up. Collecting the programmes. Hunting for autographs before the game. Tea in St Luke’s before the game. The smell of chips and horse shit. Reading the programme as dad drove us back down the East Lancs to Wigan. I loved it all. It was home. I wanted to go to every game but we couldn’t afford. At 15 I used to go on my own via Eavesway coaches and pay £4 to stand on the Gwladys and hope I could get on the barrier above the walkway so I could see.
I was a student in Cardiff from 92 to 95. Whenever I saw Goodison, I felt home. I watched Dunc become my hero in front of a students’ union full of RS fans in 1994.
I took my 14 year old son to a Goodison tour in Feb. He’s never seen us be any good but he gets it. I went up with my twin brother on Sunday. No ticket; it would have been wrong to have one as I can’t get to the games much these days and there were far more deserving supporters without tickets. I thought of my dad who sadly left us in 2003 and had a tear in my eye which wasn’t caused by the blue flares.
Thanks dad. Thanks Goodison Park for all the memories.
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21/05/2025 19:39:06
Wonderful article, Paul.
I think of my dad, too. He took me and my twin brother in December 1986 v Norwich having gone to the Man City away game the week before, in the City end. We were under instructions not to celebrate goals. Paul Power played and scored in a 1-3 win and we beat Norwich 4-0 at Goodison in our first game.
As you say, the greenness of the pitch. The floodlights. The half time and full time scores on the tannoy hoping that lot had lost. The Toffee Lady. The players warming up. Collecting the programmes. Hunting for autographs before the game. Tea in St Luke’s before the game. The smell of chips and horse shit. Reading the programme as dad drove us back down the East Lancs to Wigan. I loved it all. It was home. I wanted to go to every game but we couldn’t afford. At 15 I used to go on my own via Eavesway coaches and pay £4 to stand on the Gwladys and hope I could get on the barrier above the walkway so I could see.
I was a student in Cardiff from 92 to 95. Whenever I saw Goodison, I felt home. I watched Dunc become my hero in front of a students’ union full of RS fans in 1994.
I took my 14 year old son to a Goodison tour in Feb. He’s never seen us be any good but he gets it. I went up with my twin brother on Sunday. No ticket; it would have been wrong to have one as I can’t get to the games much these days and there were far more deserving supporters without tickets. I thought of my dad who sadly left us in 2003 and had a tear in my eye which wasn’t caused by the blue flares.
Thanks dad. Thanks Goodison Park for all the memories.