I enjoyed reading about your Everton experiences John, especially (and I'm not joking) the parking situation! Thanks for sharing

John, interesting as my first game was 1962 last game of season v Cardiff 8 -3 with my dad in the Paddock. I was under the Goodison Road stand when Alex Young headed that winner v Spurs and in the Park End stand for that Fulham game ( I seem to recall Vernon scored what seemed like 3 dribble round the keeper goals ( surely not!) I met my wife of 50 years in 1972 as she came from Headington Oxford so we have things in common!

I enjoyed reading that too, I was born in Bloxwich, but moved to Wales winter 61-62.
So many kids talked about utd, but I hated red, and my favourite colourwas blue, so although in a distinct minority, it was Everton for me.
By 1966 I was a confirmed blue nose, passionate supporter, kept a scrapbook each season with newspaper clippings and some of my own handwritten comments thrown in.
Your memories took me back John, nice one.

A nice piece to read, John.

As I recall, there was quite a crush on the approach to the turnstiles at the Kevin Brock match. I remember people just clambouring over the top to get in, until they put a constable up there.

Oxford away, the night we lost the league was horrible and then to times it by ten, a week and a half later at Wembley, was one of the worst experiences I have had in all my years watching Everton.

Those relegation battles haven’t been pleasant, but it doesn’t get worse than losing the double to Liverpool, especially because I still remain convinced that we had the better team.

Talking of the good times, then Andy Kings goal, was my first realisation of how magical the Everton crowd could be, and I have seen them win us countless games since. Varadi on coke, then knocking Spurs, who had been in the previous two final, having never played a game outside London, out the cup.

Great memories, great occasions and when we pipped Spurs, to become league champions, I can still hear the crowd singing now.

People standing by Picton Clock, allegedly heard our crowd against Bayern Munich, just like I can still hear the Evertonians, joyfully singing on their way back out the stadium in Rotterdam, but we unfortunately lost to United, and the treble was gone.

Bristol City away, was a great memory, beating Spurs (again) at Elland Rd, was a proper Evertonians day, but since that day against United, at Wembley, we haven’t had much joy.

A few great away days in Europe, but usually out of every competition by March, this new ground gives me hope but, it’s been hard, it’s been very, very hard, but the loyalty of Evertonians often amazes me, and hopefully they get something to celebrate very soon.

Personal reflections and those trips down memory lane are what define us John, so if you’re fit and able enough to go and visit our new stadium, then go and do it mate, because you have been a true Evertonian, for a very long time

Enjoyed that John, thanks. My first game was in 1964, so you were a bit ahead of me, but my attachment to the Blues was forged in the same period. What a long, strange trip its been.