At the end of this month, a mass exodus will embark from Merseyside to London in what is the biggest challenge that our beloved Everton Football Club has undertaken for many a year. I thought it might be a good time to enlighten some younger blues fans and remind some older ones of a triumph gone by.
In 1966, I was 12 years old (now 55); I, like many of today?s kids, lived my life for the boys in the royal blue jerseys and was a regular at Goodison Park for home games. My story may be a little bit different to the usual scouse scally kid of the time. I lived with my parents in Stocksbridge Lane, Huyton having moved from Broad Lane, Kirkby five years earlier.
My Dad, who was also my all-time hero, had returned from the 2nd World War (before I was born) with a disability which had taken away the use of his legs, apart from being able to drag them along while using walking sticks. It meant his upper body and arm strength was that of a heavyweight boxer while his legs had the power of a blow football stick.
He never let life?s cruel blows deter him in any way and rehabilitated himself by working at Remploy and driving a hand-controlled car; he continued to work until his retirement at 65 years, a moral story for many of today?s workshy and scroungers.
It meant that Everton home matches started for us by arriving in Muriel Street off Bullens Road at around midday, where a kind lady left a couple of dining room chairs outside her front door until we arrived and parked. We then sat in the car until the gates opened in the ground at about 1pm; we had season tickets for the Lower Bullens stand and made our way over rather slowly to beat the crowds.
In the sixties, all of the Bullens Road stands and paddock housed Evertonians from end to end, away support at this time was not even the Park End. It was mainly in the old enclosure on Goodison Rd, this was before the triple decker stand was built.
It sometimes saddens me when I am at the game today and the away support chants abuse that they do so from a position that a very proud gentleman used to sit and educate his son on the virtues of good play and behaviour.
I remember the 1966 FA Cup run like it was yesterday. I had been a regular at home games for a couple seasons. I made my debut attending Everton at a Liverpool Senior Cup tie against Liverpool, the reds were in the old Second Division at the time and the only way a derby could be played was if we were drawn against each other in a cup tie. It didn?t need to be the FA Cup and for this tie, both teams put out their first teams and a packed Goodison roared the blues on to victory. If memory serves me correctly we won 4-3 and Ian St John made his debut for Liverpool.
My education from my Dad and Uncle Ted continued as they usually bribed the gateman with a shilling for me to climb over the turnstile and to sit on my Uncles knee or stand in front of him while they sat and described to me why the football Everton played was pure School of Science. Roy Vernon, Alex Young, Brian Labone et al were not only my heroes ? I knew so much about them and how the graced the hallowed turf that they felt like my elder brothers.
By 1966, the Everton team had introduced Gordon West, the most expensive young goalkeeper in the country, from Blackpool; Tommy Wright, a local kid at right back and future England international; in the middle at centre-half and captain was gentleman Brian Labone; at left back was Ray Wilson, the most polished full back this country was ever going to produce and proudly for us an ever present for many a season.
The half-back line and inside forwards (or nowadays known as the midfield) consisted of Alex ?Chico? Scott, a Scotsman who looked like a Mexican but sure could run and dribble down the right wing. In the middle were our two hard men: Jimmy Gabriel & Brian Harris... for younger readers who hear about Tommy Smith, Ron ?chopper? Harris and Norman ?bite your legs? Hunter, our two were up there with them, but not only destroyed but distributed with flair.
Alongside them was the new young local hope, Colin Harvey, who would become an Everton legend with his silky touch, elegance, work rate, desire and passing ability. On the left was Derek Temple, another local product who could run and whip in a great cross with regularity. Up front we had the ?Golden Vision? Alex Young ? so much has been said about the great man that I would need an entire chapter to describe his virtues; needless to say, believe me, this man was a God.
At centre-forward we had Fred Pickering, signed from Blackburn Rovers, for whom he had scored a hat-trick against us at Goodison Park. He then went on to score another hat-trick for England on his international debut and was an ever-present in the ?66 cup run until the semi-final, when injury and then either a bold or mad decision by our manager Harry Catterick deprived him a place on the Wembley team sheet.
Pickering was a centre-forward in the Bob Latchford, Andy Gray mould and was replaced in the FA Cup final by Mike Trebilcock (pronounced Tree-bill-co), an unknown Cornishman signed from Plymouth Argyle four months before the final.
We reached the 1966 Cup Final without conceding a goal and the only hiccup was Manchester City taking us to a 2nd replay after 0-0 draws at Maine Rd and Goodison Park. I was at the first two City games and I remember the Maine Rd game taking place on the same day as the Grand National.
Before that, we beat Sunderland, non-league Bedford Town and Coventry City all by 3-0. We eventually despatched City 2-0 at Molineux. In that little run our scorers were Temple 5, Pickering 4 and Young 2. I had also watched the Sunderland & Coventry games at Goodison and was confident as any 12-year-old would be that this would be our year to lift the cup.
I remember my Dad telling me that the last time we had won the cup was in ?33 and as this was ?66 ? we were bound to win the cup by double the score, at 12 years of age that was all the encouragement required. The semi-final was against Manchester United at Burden Park and as season ticket holders you were allowed a ground ticket if you had a stand season ticket. Because of my Dad?s disability we had to swop our two ground tickets for him to get a seat, try as we might we could not get any other tickets and my Dad travelled alone to the game and I waited at home watching Grandstand on the Saturday afternoon...
Now in the 60s it was no Sky coverage and you had to make do with a ticker-tape displaying at the bottom of the screen on your black & white TV until the Sports Report round-up at 5pm. Suddenly it said Everton 1 Man Utd 0 and I was off running around the house and screaming like a banshee while my Mum tried to calm me down and jig with me at the same time. It only then occurred to me what if another goal had been scored and I had missed it, part of me said it would still be 1-0... the other part said what if (yes, folks even in the 60s you got that gut wrenching Everton feeling).
My eyes were glued to the TV screen and I prayed over and over, until finally it was final scores time and yeeeeeeesssss! a Colin Harvey goal had done it. The blue boys were Wembley-bound.
On his arrival home a few hours later, my Dad had to relive over and over every kick, corner, shot and only goal to me of a muddy semi-final that had Burnden Park rocking to the sound of ?We Shall Not Be Moved?. The United team that day included Georgie Best, Dennis Law and Bobby Charlton...
A little story that needs telling is one that most Evertonian?s over a certain age know about, Harry Catterick the Everton manager was attacked by fans after a league game away to Blackpool after he dropped Alex Young (amongst others) and replaced him with an unknown 16-year-old local lad, Joe Royle.
Now 'attacked' is an exaggeration as it was more of a jostling and pushing as the ?Cat? stepped onto the team coach after the 2-0 loss, but what gets lost to the memory in the haze of time is that this game took place seven days before the 3rd round home tie to Sunderland in which we produced our best display of the season after Harry made it clear to certain players before the game that he would not be afraid to do the same thing again and reputations were on the line. Harry Catterick was a hard task master and we should be forever grateful to him for keeping his nerve while many fans lost theirs.
We were now Wembley bound to play Sheffield Wednesday, then an established and respected top division club. If you think the current allocation of 25,000 tickets per team is poor, in the 60s it was 16,000 per club ? and Wembley held 100,000 at the time. The distribution was a headache on a grand scale and the club secretary of the time Jim Greenwood recalled fans pleading on bended knees for a ticket.
On a Sunday morning a couple of weeks before the final, season ticket holders went to their normal turnstile and, if their season ticket ended in the required number, they had a FA Cup final ticket. The couple my Dad and myself held were lucky, our two stand tickets entitled us to two ground tickets for the big day. Of course we had to do the same thing again and swop the two ground tickets for one in the stand.
It was mixed emotions for me as on that Sunday morning I was able to hold a couple of Cup Final tickets as I gazed out onto the Goodison turf and pray that I would be lucky this time as my Dad put out all the feelers to try to obtain one extra ticket. It was the days of no mobile phones or internet and word of mouth ruled.
An Everton shareholder who knew of my Dad and his plight came to the rescue, he owned the Copplehouse petrol station in Aintree and he agreed kindly to swop one of the ground tickets for a seated one. We could not believe it and tears of joy were shed in the Wadeson household that night. Being only 12 years of age I couldn?t help but wonder if I had used up Everton?s luck by my good fortune, would it be better if I didn?t get a ticket and we won rather than getting one and losing. Teenage angst at its best, I can now cheerfully recall.
Along with Uncle Ted and an able-bodied friend of my Dad?s from work, we set off to Wembley the night before. The M6 was still under construction at the time and the M1 was too far away from the A-roads we travelled along. Travel in those days took hours and hours and for that reason, and the chance of your engine overheating, you set off early and slept at some point during the night. There was no such thing as the luxury of a car radio and you would not switch the primitive car heater on in case you used up too much petrol.
Early Saturday morning, while my Dad caught up on some much needed sleep, we set off to find a shop and to buy a newspaper... we could not believe it when the sport headlines read ?Pickering Out? ? had our chance of winning the FA Cup gone up in smoke? Could you imagine waking up to the news that David Moyes had left Tim Cahill out of the Cup Final team because he felt a recent injury might affect him? ? it was that big a call.
We arrived at Wembley early because of my Dad?s need to park as close as possible, a wheelchair was out of the question as he was determined to walk down Wembley Way no matter how long it took. My Uncle and his friend walked with him at a snail's pace and were on hand should there be any slip-ups.
I was off on my own to explore Wembley and to get in the ground early to get a good spec. I think back now to the fact that I was trusted and allowed to look after myself, no doubt today some politically correct pressure group would find this unthinkable and have my parents arrested for neglect.
The world was a much more civil place to be brought up in the 60s and justice was served near the ground on a hotdog seller who was found to be selling ?spares? at over-the-odds ticket-tout prices... I watched amazed as a group of scousers removed the tickets from his wallet and offered him face value before allowing him to continue selling his hotdogs. Word quickly spread and, not long after, he was not so fortunate as some more desperate fans tipped both him and his hotdog stand over.
This was the days before replica shirts and large flags; most fans wore a club scarf and maybe a rosette or a plastic blue & white hat. I had with me a box to stand on and a very large rattle that had been made by a bloke my Dad worked with for the occasion, it was painted blue & white with the wording ?Everton for the Cup? and on the other side it stated ?Wednesday for the middle of next week?.
I made my way through the double set of turnstiles into one of the designated pens that the standing area behind the goals had been divided into. I got near to the front of a pen about halfway down the terrace and stood on my little box to take in all the pre-match entertainment, which was mainly the military band marching up and down. Wembley quickly filled up and everyone around me was friendly and the miniature bottles of whisky being passed about ensured that all the adults were in good voice.
A man admired my rattle and swung it around gleefully and it made a mighty racket, but I was finding it to difficult to get more than a couple of swings out of it because it was to heavy for me, another man said ?never mind son, you can ring this bell instead? and handed me a small but loud blue bell.
The rhythm was quickly being belted out behind the goal and the chants of ?Everton? rung around Wembley. Confetti flowed as the teams entered the arena and the excitement of it all meant I needed a pee and I needed one quick. A gap was made for me so as I could piss against the wall, but I couldn?t go ? standing less than five yards away was the Toffee Lady dressed in her regalia and with her basket empty now that all the toffees had been thrown into the air. She promised not to look and I eventually managed the task to playful chants and ruffles of my hair, for the day everyone was just one big happy blue and white family.
Everton had actually requested that the Toffee Lady parade around the ground as normal before kick-off but this was refused by the FA (nothing has changed has it!).
The match is mainly a haze as we quickly went a goal down as a Wednesday shot took a deflection off Ray Wilson and sent a wrong footed Gordon West the other way. We screamed for a penalty as Alex Young went down in the box and cheered the boys off the pitch to boost our morale as much theirs at half-time.
Early in the second half, Westie couldn?t hold onto a shot and it spilled into the on-rushing David Ford who tapped it home. 2-0 down with 30 minutes to go and it all seemed to be going wrong...
The chants started up again and I rung that bell as much to take out my frustration as anything else. Suddenly, Trebilcock slammed one home and we were back in it, the chants grew louder and my bell rang again and again for all it was worth.
A few minutes later, Trebilcock did it again and the much maligned replacement for King Fred was now a hero. Wembley cheered and laughed as Eddie Cavanagh went on his famous one-man pitch invasion, a policeman fell to the ground as he hung on to Eddie?s jacket as the little man pulled his arms free. Brian Harris made light of the moment as he wore the bobby's helmet with a wide grin on his face.
You could feel Sheffield wilting and the blues growing stronger and stronger. A long ball was mis-controlled in the Wednesday defence and Derek Temple was free of the last man, every blue in the ground took an inward breath as Shirley (his terrace nickname) ran on head down with the ball before he glanced up and placed the most exquisite drive he would ever hit into the bottom far corner of the net. Every inward breath was suddenly released and Wembley roared to the sound of every blue getting rid of their earlier pent up frustration and my bell it just rung and rung with pure delight.
The one moment that remains clear in my mind after all these years is the sight of Jimmy Gabriel taking the ball into the corner flag in the dying moments of the game and playing one two?s against the stick to a couple of baffled on-looking Wednesday players. This was one of the first, if not the first time this had been done and even the referee, the famous Jack Taylor, looked on and shrugged his shoulders as if to say ?there?s nothing in the rules about this?.
He blew his whistle and in no time at all Brian Labone was lifting the famous trophy as we sang, danced and savoured the moment of the blue boys on a triumphant lap of honour around Wembley for the first time since the famous Dixie Dean had done so in 1933.
Long after the final whistle I made my way back to our parked Ford Cortina, I knew there was no need for me to rush and was winding a back window back up with my scarf tightened in its clutches for the celebration journey home. My Dad and Uncle with wide grins on their faces returned and I greeted them with both the rattle whirling and the bell ringing and my tale of how I helped to win the cup for Everton.
?Goodbye Upper Parlie, farewell Clayton Square,
It?s a long, long way to Wembley stadium,
But Everton are there, singing...
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
We shall not, we shall not be moved,
Just like a team that?s going to win the FA Cup,
We shall not be moved.?
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1 Posted 13/05/2009 at 09:13:04
We went down on the midnight train and had a morning out in a London that seemed to be totally Evertonain. We had a Cup Final Breakfast Special for 6s/6d as well.
The game itself was memorable with the comeback but it was the atmosphere and first moment of seeing the Wembley pitch coming up the steps that was breathtaking to a young boy!
I went to the 86 final, and I remember that delicious moment at half-time, when we were leading 1-0 against the RS, and the crowd started singing, "We hate Bill Shankly and we hate St.John...." Magic
I cannot go this year but I hope that like Derek and Me, the young lads come back with so many memories. The day goes so fast, try and take it all in lads!
2 Posted 13/05/2009 at 09:56:17
You mentioned that banner ?Everton for the Cup, Wednesday for the middle of the week?. Was that a chant as well?
3 Posted 13/05/2009 at 09:31:18
It?s funny 1966 for me, I was coming up to age 7 and although I was ?an Evertonian? (coz it was the law), I don?t remember much other than my team won.
To be honest I don?t think the bug had really bit. I remember being on Queens Drive the next day waving at the winners bus, but I have a feeling if I?d been asked "Do you want to go and wave at an 81?" I?d have said yes.
What I CAN remember is being in floods of tears and totally inconsolable in 1968. So at some stage between 66 and 68, for me, Everton became... EVERTON.
I can actually remember sitting watching the 68 final on the Kidney-shaped ?coffee? table in my mam?s back room (nb: there was no coffee in ours until Chrimbo ?75 when a jar of Mellow Birds arrived in a Hamper ? we looked at it the way someone today might look at moon-rock).
Oh and whenever Jeff Astle used to come on at the end of that Frank Skinner thing, I used to say to myself ?fuck off... you!?
4 Posted 13/05/2009 at 09:39:24
I well remember the City replay at Goodison, worst crushing I can remember at Gladwys St end I, along with many others, was hauled out of the crush up against the wall at the front by the police and sent round to the Goodison Rd terrace ? a remedy that became impossible years later with tragic results after the introduction of fences.
I was a few years older than you so went down to Wembley aged 15 with my mates on a coach. I had a ticket but was in the minority, although everybody got in. Apparently the trick was to pass a fiver to the guy on the turnstile to get inside the ground. You then had to get from the underneath area past the access up to the terracing by showing your counterfoil. Easily acomplished by guys with tickets going through, then one coming back to go to the toilets with a pocketful of counterfoils to bring other guys up.
Scandalous when you think about it, the gate guys must have made a fortune and the over crowding had the potential for real problems. Still it was a different era, I was young and the surging dense crowd seemed part of the magic. Post Hillsborough, we know so differently now.
5 Posted 13/05/2009 at 10:08:20
You capture the era perfectly. I was a ?Crocky? kid at the time, and can remember when the football support in the City was strictly 50/50 with not a Norwegian in sight!
I was too young to make the final but remember vividly the homecoming and took my place near St George?s Hall with what seemed liked millions of others.
You have re-awoken fantastic memories.
Whilst were all getting nostalgic about the 60s, I remember every week on the rear of the matchday programme there would be a permanent employment advert from Fords in Halewood stating ?Mansize jobs with Fords?, not sure how that would sit now with the PC brigade...
A great piece of writing.
6 Posted 13/05/2009 at 10:03:05
I was in the Wednesday end, and I was as proud as Punch listening to it coming from the Everton end. I?ve never heard it since. I was right behind the Wednesday goal, and oh, what a feeling seeing Temple?s shot coming towards me! An unforgetable memory!!
By the way, my eldest lad's name is Derek Temple Trebilcock, and his birth certificate is signed by all the Everton team, apart from Brian Harris, who was transferred to Cardiff City, not long after.
Just one small point Derek, George Best didn?t play in the semi-final at Burnden Park.
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8 Posted 13/05/2009 at 11:16:06
Can I ask was Onwards Evertonians your only song that you introduced at Everton or was there any more that you done that got going, even if only sung a couple of times?
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10 Posted 13/05/2009 at 11:43:34
I remember my dad and Sid rolling around on the floor when Temple scored. Incidentally, Temple got treatment on the pitch not long before his goal and I remember my dad saying he would get the winner.
A very special day borne out by my mum making everyone salmon butties ? yes, salmon! I can?t eat a salmon sarnie now without remembering that great day!
11 Posted 13/05/2009 at 12:23:20
I think in a way when it comes to the Cup Final it really is so much more than about the match itself, which is why so many people are desperate to come down and watch it in a pub near Wembley this year, even if they don?t have a ticket. I went to the 1995 final when I was 13 and just remember the scenes outside the ground after we?d won and thinking, "this is actually better than the match itself!"
For me, it?s stories like your one, Derek, that will mean that for the fan the FA Cup Final will never lose its meaning. I think this is even more so for northern teams who have to make the long journey down to the big smoke, which in itself becomes part of the whole experience....
12 Posted 13/05/2009 at 12:09:41
Sorry I can't enlighten you on details of the game. That whole weekend was lost in a hazy happy blur.
My body may be 12,000 miles away but my spirit, like that of Evertonians worldwide, will be at Wembley and living every moment.
13 Posted 13/05/2009 at 12:59:39
Sleeping on the Circle Line at 5 am.
The desolation when Wed?s 2nd went in right in front of me
The clap-clap-clap ending in ?Chico!?
Alex getting hauled down by Springett... no pen! (nothing changes)
The sea of blue and white plastic boaters
Knowing with a certainty I?ve never felt about anthing in life before or since that we would win once we got one back
Eddie Kavanagh (God bless)
Brian Harris wearing the copper?s hat
Seeing bugger-all else of the play once our first went in at the far end... flags, banners, rattles, scarves, everything went up and stayed there til the final whistle
Our ?night out? afterwards at Battersea Funfair (ah! the innocence)
The walk home at 4 in the morning from Edge Hill station; and....
The biggest carnival ever seen in the City centre when the boys paraded the cup on the steps of St George?s Hall on Sunday
I?ll be thinking of absent friends on the 30th and hope we all, particularly the youngsters, come back with equally happy memories.
14 Posted 13/05/2009 at 15:55:38
How I remember the Sunday we all came home.
I lived in Upper Beau St near the Friary Church and we all walked down to Lime Street to see the team. It was absolutely full in front of St George's Hall ? from the Library to "Dickie" Lewis?s and half way up London Rd.
Now remember the team bus had been mobbed from half way out the town... God knows how many people turned out. What a time!!
15 Posted 13/05/2009 at 15:52:05
One song I remember us singing was the old Glasgow Rangers song:
We will follow Everton
Anywhere, everywhere we will follow on
Follow follow we will follow Everton
And when they get to Wembley, we will follow on
Then it was straight into " It?s a grand old team to play for, and it?s a grand old team to see" and on the finish of that one, we would give a mighty roar of " GET OUTA THAT YA BUMS!!! " This was mainly for the benefit of the rs, when you find them.
16 Posted 13/05/2009 at 16:07:42
It?s so good to be able to finaly be competing with the upper tier of the Premier League after so many years in the doldrums. It was so heart breaking as a young lad supporting Everton, every season it was either the heartbreak of loosing to Liverpool or Nick "JUDAS" Barmby going to Liverpool, and then when Duncan Ferguson was forced out to Newcastle, I seriously considered packing in this whole Everton supporting thing.
That was when my dad told me of all his memories growing up supporting Everton Football Club. Of how Grandad Ray used to take him to Goodison, and how he?d try to get away with swearing in the boys pen. And that was it. I was hooked on everything Everton. And thankfully I have been ever since.
And when Jagielka slotted that penalty away, me and my dad just looked at each other from across our front room and no words needed to be said. After jumping, shouting and even dancing, a chorus of "Were on the march with Moyes?s army" followed. Then we embraced and it just hit home that the last 14 yrs of hurt, pain and lack of finger nails was worth it.
It was only then we realised that we?d booked a holiday for the bloody final. We wait 14 yrs to see Everton in a cup final and then when it comes were in Corfu. It?s a shame but still, we?ll be watching and praying as only Evertonians can do.
God I love Everton Football Club and no matter what happens at Wembley in a couple of weeks, I always will do.
Fantastic article Derek, really brought up some strong emotions.Thanks for a great insight into being a young Evertonian in 1966.
17 Posted 13/05/2009 at 16:24:38
Was I right that you wrote Onwards? I remember doing a search in the web on it and I?m sure it was you telling a fantastic tale about you giving out songsheets? Was there others you wrote that got going? Don?t be shy now!!
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20 Posted 13/05/2009 at 18:57:48
Derek Turnbull, you're not stealing the thread mate, I hope you keep the chat with Colin Potter open, it's terrific stuff!
21 Posted 13/05/2009 at 22:12:59
As for the '66 Final ? what a game! I have very few memories of it apart from seeing my dad in fits of anxiety watching it on telly, and mum bouncing all over the house, but bought the video for the kids and the physicality of the challenges is terrifying. Wednesday were physically very powerful and not unlike Chelsea, and it really is a superb game. Thanks for bringing it all back and lets hope our kids will be writing on ToffeeWeb in 20 years time their stories of the Class of of ?09.
22 Posted 13/05/2009 at 23:53:44
The previous year, Liverpool fans without tickets had got into the stadium behind ones with tickets passing the gate men a £1 note. In ’66 the police had wised up and my dad was sent packing. Never mind, they went off searching again, splitting up in the process to increase the odds.
My dad managed to buy another ticket for a £5 (must have been a fortune back then) for one of the lads but still didn’t have one himself. Down the Sheffield end, he found a cockney tout selling a ticket for the Everton end. My dad asked to see the ticket, promptly smacked the tout on the nose landing him on his backside and walked off back into the crowd ticket in pocket. I’d have loved to see this and can just imagine the scene. My dad was an ex amateur/army boxing champion (with fists like shovels) but really gentle normally.
I did think of doing something similar if I couldn’t get tickets for this year’s bash. However, I don’t think I’d get away with it these days!!
23 Posted 14/05/2009 at 04:12:31
Thanks for taking the time to share those experiences with us, another great example of the Everton spirit!!
24 Posted 14/05/2009 at 05:14:33
Having managed the Norris Green council housing estate for 15 years until 2002, I now look after the student accommodation at the University of New South Wales in Sydney. Each time a student signs for their tenancy, my staff are instructed to give them a slip of paper which states that it is subject to them becoming a supporter of Everton Football Club. You would be surprised at how many converts we have made, particularly amongst the Asian students.
Thanks again, Derek, and let's hope the rumours about the Quatar Investment Group are true and that the Kirkby debacle can be put to sleep.
25 Posted 14/05/2009 at 09:33:06
It was on a Sunny Saturday
In the Merry Month of May
That we all went down to Wembley
To see the Toffees play
There was Alex Young and Gabriel
And we played in Royal Blue
We gave the Wednesday a 2-goal start
And we still beat them 3-2
What was the tune to the song with that verse in? I?ve heard some people say it was the Sash but I have heard a couple of people say it was to Sean South? Can anyone confirm for definite once and for all?
26 Posted 14/05/2009 at 10:00:15
Derek Turnbull, In 1966 I tried to get one written to the tune: 1, 2, 3, it?s so elementary etc, because we scored 3 in each cuptie, apart from City and Utd, but the combined scores were 3, and none against of course!!
I will always remember the joke in the Daily Mirror at the time, It was a drawing of a chap with his girl sitting in the net of one of the goals, and he says to his girl " we?ll be alright sitting here love, this is Everton?s goal and they don?t let any goals in!" Or words to that effect!
Onward Evertonians was the only one I had printed and distributed.
27 Posted 14/05/2009 at 10:24:44
Follow, Follow is a Glasgow Rangers song, like Grand Old Team is Celtic's. My mate is a Glaswegian Rangers supporter, he should know the history of it, if you want to know. I will text you.
28 Posted 14/05/2009 at 10:39:54
Is it true that in the 60s we also sung this to the Sash, do you know?
We support a team that plays in Blue
its a team that you all know,
a team that we call Everton
to glory we will go,
we?ve won the league
we?ve won the Cup,
and we?ve played in Europe too,
we played the reds for a laugh
and we left them feeling blue?
29 Posted 14/05/2009 at 11:03:29
Really liked the description "while his legs had the power of a blow football stick".
30 Posted 14/05/2009 at 12:51:41
Here?s the full song (it was to the Sash) from the Grand Old Team thread last week.
Does anyone remember ?It?s a long way to Wembley stadium...?? (I printed off hundred of copies copies on an old hand-inked printer prior to the semi in ?66) or the LP ?The Road to Wembley? containing soundtracks of the semi and final?
I?ve still got my ?66 signed programme with the original official Wembley Song Sheet inside. It contains such gems as ?Ilkley Moor? and ?Lassie from Lancashire? . Different world, then
31 Posted 14/05/2009 at 12:46:06
What a great comeback despite the poor refereeing by Jack Taylor. It was sad that Pickering missed it along with Sandy Brown. Substitutes only came in a year later. Temple was my hero and went on to score 2 not too dissimilar goals the following season and one was against Sheffield Wednesday again at Hillsborough. Ray Wilson went to Wembley again that Summer and won another cup-final winners medal and I believe at that time was the first man ever to win 2 Wembley cup-winners medals in the same year.
32 Posted 14/05/2009 at 15:27:20
Phil Bellis is right, you sing that one to the Sash as well, fantastic words. And Phil, I remember "It?s a long way to Wembley stadium" ? I didn?t get one of your song sheets though, I think I was too busy looking everywhere for a ticket. I finally got a 10/- bob one for a fiver at 5 minutes to 3. It was right behind the goal where Temple scored the winner!!
I used to love the "What?s our name" shout. I would love to hear that at Wembley this year as we don?t get the good publicity that we should! What do others think?
33 Posted 14/05/2009 at 16:02:08
As I?m sure you remember, Mohamed Ali was a hero to those of us who were youngsters in '67. On Feb 6, he fought Ernie Terrell who had pissed Ali off by continually calling him by his old name, ?Clay? All through the fight, Ali kept shouting a him , ?What?s my name, Uncle Tom ... What?s my name??
I can?t honestly say this was when the Gwaldys St first took it up but I vividly remember it at the Cup derby a month later ?Everton! ? what?s our name?" roared during and after the game. We did the conga out of the St End that night, chanting "What's our name?? as we taunted the bastards. You never hear them claiming THAT ONE as theirs!
34 Posted 14/05/2009 at 16:58:12
Colin Potter, yes if you ask your Rangers mate and send me an email that would be fantistic! There?s loads of stuff from then I?d love to ask you about no relevant to this thread but I won?t take up much of your time.
I guess that was a popular thing to do in the 66 send out songsheets, anyone still got some hidden away? It would be a great addition to the Everton Collection.
35 Posted 14/05/2009 at 19:04:35
You might have got a hand ful of Blues fans from Netherfield Road singing it, but it was never on the agenda. So I suggest to you and your Rangers mates don?t mislead people on this site with your propaganda.
36 Posted 15/05/2009 at 08:59:06
37 Posted 15/05/2009 at 09:21:08
Seeing how we are doing a bit of bragging here, I've followed Everton for 62 years,and for your information I never said that song was sung on Gwladys St. We did most of our singing in the pubs after the match. Please tell us all where you get the propaganda slant from, I?m sure you will amuse all with your answer, you numpty!
38 Posted 15/05/2009 at 11:19:13
It was on a Dirty Saturday
In the Dirty Month of May
That they all went down to Wembley
To see the redshiteplay
There was Callaghan and Ian St John
And they played in Dirty Red
And half an hour before the End the end
The Queen went home to bed
It was the worst Cup Final ever seen
And you surely must agree
That Ian St John shouldn?t play football
But be hung from a fucking big tree
By the way, you know the other song I mentioned above to the Sash ?We support a team that plays in Blue its a team that you all know?, was that an Everton one from the 60s I was a bit unsure of what song some of the answers referred to sorry!
39 Posted 15/05/2009 at 13:55:16
As I was only 11, I was put upstairs in a pub in Soho before and after the game with a bag of crisps and lemonade. BUT was at the game!
40 Posted 15/05/2009 at 14:25:14
I?m sure there was another verse to that too, I was really surprised when some very young blues were singing this song before the semi in the Silverspoon a couple of weeks ago - they?ve probably got grandpas posting on this thread
Anyway the other verse ended in the words "and we didn't need extra time". Anyone know this bit?
41 Posted 15/05/2009 at 14:43:03
Phil Bellis provided a link to it further up this thread
Combined with the early part it must be one of the longest Everton songs around along with Said Shankly to St John, Ian Rush to Juventus and There was a famous Derby game.
42 Posted 15/05/2009 at 18:58:29
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44 Posted 18/05/2009 at 11:23:55
A decent thread on another forum asked the question if Everton ever sung YNWA in the early 60s? Anyone confirm?
45 Posted 19/05/2009 at 03:06:06
I don’t recall any Rodgers and Hammerstein songs being sung at Goodison in the 60s.