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Born not manufactured ... not always!!!
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October 1988; Dad's well gone... I'm eight years old. Although the old dear is a red, she'd bought me the full Everton kit, either home or away, every year since I was was 4 ... apparently I wouldn't have it any other way.
Incidentally, one of my first ever memories is watching both the Everton and Liverpool Buses travelling past what I think was Camp Hill, although I may be wrong. I booed the reds and cheered the blues. Loved it!
Skip to 1989 and my mum meets a new beau. This chancer is a cockney and a Chelsea (who?) fan to boot. Didn't like him at first (obviously) but, after a few meets, this bloke seemed sound. What's more, he even took me to a few Everton games ... and despite not being an Evertonian he was as biased as David Prentice!
In the years since, this cockey geezer ... now more of a local legend ... took me to more and more games to the point where these included Chelsea games. Like a true Phil Neville, the old man never blinked an eyelid ... merely shaking my hand as an Everton goal went on in and tapping my shoulder as a Chelsea goal went in (I wasn't so gracious when we beat them 3-1).
Needless to say, over the past 20 years, my old man has gathered a bit of a soft spot for the toffees. And what's more, on 20 April 2009 he said the words, "You know what, I really hope Everton win the FA Cup." He then proceeded to the loft where he had been (unbeknownst to me) hoarding a blue afro since 1995.
He won't read this. But the man is legend. Thank you.
Mark Stone, Posted 24/04/2009 at 17:43:16
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