Special games, nights and victories are one thing, like it would have been last night. But I want a special time. I want a time where I can enjoy it before it happens, enjoy it when it’s happening and enjoy it long after the players have hung up their boots.
Is it possible to win the league again? Really, will we? Do FA Cup wins mean anything nowadays? Hardly ranks now does it? Not the special cup of old. ’95 was one of the last great days of FA Cup history before it was all sold away. And that was for me a special time. Kanchelskis and Limpar, Amokachi and Ferguson pushing on the following season. Bloody Bergkamp had to spoil it all on the last day with 10 minutes till the holidays. 10 minutes from Europe we were. Big Joe was soon to go.
Ahh the Uefa Cup when that was something of value in its own right. And now? Now its viewed as ‘Progression in the Uefa Cup will raise our profile for future signings’. Bullshit… since when did trophies become a PR exercise?
A special time now is for a Champions League group stage to come our way. How else is it to happen? Our boys playing at Juventus, Barcelona, Milan, Madrid… Did you read those names? Did you? Take your Metalist Kharkiv and SK Brann and shove them up your arse. Stop the pretending that’s ‘on the up’ when we’ve been given nothing more than a box to play with in the corner of the room. The Big 4 (and lets be honest, they are Big) get to take out the train set and play among themselves.
Just one season in the sun. Just one season! After last night’s game it is now clear we now need to go through all of next season to entertain the possibility of taking that step up to a fourth spot. Life is short and there’s always this waiting with Everton. Always waiting for something to come along. Hope, that’s always what gets you in the end.
I’m 31. I don’t want to keep this yearning when I’m 40. I want something tangible now. I want Clive Tyldesly to commentate on a James Vaghan hat-trick on an evening’s glory from the Bernabeau in Spring 2010 and have David Pleat say the boy done well.
My mate lives opposite. I can go and stay there and just walk on over… just once. I won’t bother him again. I’ll explain it’s my time in the sun and for one night I’ll sleep on some cushions in his tiny flat and not care that in 2011 we aim to improve on our mid table finish from the season before. That won’t matter. That wont matter at all as the sun was on my face for just one small but special time.
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