Dad's side of the family were all passionate blues and mum's side all passionate reds. Visited both grounds regularly as a young kid, and Liverpool were the dominant force in English football. I can't quite put my finger on why, but I always felt at home at Goodison on a way that I could never feel about the games I was taken to at Anfield as a kid. When I was about 9, I knew for certain that the love I felt for Everton was true and I could never feel the same way about the shite across the park. I watched games at Anfield, but never felt the joy that I felt when the net bulged at Goodison. By the time we reached the cup final in 84, I had already told the gobshites who had tried to lead to Satan's pit of eternal delusion that I couldn't do it anymore and I could only follow the righteous path of one who os chosen. That was when I found my true destiny. I had found my true love, a club that made me feel truly euphoric in victory and inconsolable in defeat. I had never felt any emotion at all in the shit-pit, win, lose or draw. Everton was a passion, the red-shite was just a Saturday afternoon watching a meaningless game of football.