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I miss you like crazy!

June 22, 2011 2 Comments

Upper Gwladys Street End at GoodisonIt’s been 44 days since I last saw a football match at Goodison Park, and it’ll be another 52 before I see another, and I’m not sure I can cope!

I went past Goodison Park yesterday and it was like when you run into an old girlfriend that you haven’t seen in ages – all the feelings came flooding back.

I wanted to get inside the old girl, feel her warm embrace all around me, and know that I was home.

Ever since I first walked up the steps of the Gwladys Street and saw the lush green turf open out in front of me as the vastness of the stands dwarfed my five year old self, I’ve been in love.

There is no other football ground in the world like her.  Goodison Park is a place of immense inner beauty, and one that never fades, even though the paintwork might.

Summers without football are long, and in England, horribly grey, but unlike bumping into an ex, there is stil that sense that when you see Goodison Park again, you know it is only a matter of time before you are together again.

Everton‘s players are still away in luxurious villas sunning themselves, but even though there are more than seven weeks until the football kicks off again, they’ll already be turning their minds to the BMI checks in just over a week’s time, and getting back to football.  And they’re not the only ones.

Maybe the transfer window has exacerbated the feeling of longing.  Weeks of painful speculation about who may or may not be joining inevitably lead to frustration among the Everton family, and the desperation for meaningful, tangible action in our footballing lives becomes more intense.

Whatever it is though, a longing for the warm embrace of my old mistress Goodison Park, or an end to transfer speculation and the beginning of a new season, I can’t wait for the football to start again!

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2 Responses to “I miss you like crazy!”

  1. Blue June 22, 2011 at 16:37

    Ah but have you never strayed? Where you never seduced into paying over the odds, on the promise of greater ecstacy, to get into that high class young Jezebel at Wembley? Did you never slip, with beating heart, into the old slapper across Stanley Park or slum it in places like Macclesfield. I think we should be told.

    • Si June 22, 2011 at 16:43

      I’ve strayed many a time but never across the park

      And while I’m inside these other harlets I’m thinking of my one true love in liverpool 4!