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Stevie G 1 V 1 Everton
By Mark Fletcher |
The build up to this away day was
massive, my first derby for 4 years
and my first ESSCA expedition on an
Eddie-mobile for 4 years also!
Not to mention the blues having a
good night just 6 days before at the
tin mine!
After awaking from a drunken night
at Myszkowski’s Bar and Chilli
Restaurant I headed to pick up Grey
Dave and then down to a very wet
Soton Parkway to await our limo, A
La Eddie style.
The bus was pretty full with some
well known faces and to me, a few
unknown , but we are all blue and
all Essca so that’s all that
matters.
I took the prime position at the
back where Phil was waiting and
already on the Zider.
Grey Dave joined us and my good
intentions of being able to be sober
at a game went out the window by the
time we reached the M3, where the
first cider of many with the, ahem,
"backseat boys" was cracked open and
the journey commenced.
Just an hour in we heard of a
terrible rumour via the cockney
geezer intelligence network (aka
Walshie’s Wire) that the little
Spanish wizard was injured!!
Could it be true? In the biggest FA
cup game in years, that probably our
most influential play maker was
out????????!!!!
The rumours were horrific, talks of
punch ups in training, nightclub
brawls, however none was worse than
the rumour about one of our very own
which was to turn out true later
(see note Les).
The rest of the journey was taken up
mainly, by Dave giving me and Phil a
lesson in scarf hanging in bus
windows, and then teaching postman
Phil to read the right way up
!!
We arrived nice and early and
descended upon "The Brick" for a few
quick pints, followed by a visit to
The Salutation and then one of the
most horrific moments of my life.
Dave and myself were lagging on the
way up to Analfield, and within
spitting distance of the away end
and the safety and sanity of 6000
blues, Dave suggested another quick
pint----in a red pub!!!!! I
drunkenly agreed and upon entering
this "establishment" bought 2 beers
for myself and the grey un. I
couldn’t stand the smell so insisted
we drank these beers out in some
fresh air.
After finishing this beer outside, I
plonked my pint glass down on the
outside window sill and awaited Dave
to escort (carry) me to the ground.
I was then informed by an ugly
police woman on horseback (she was
well worth a ride, the horse, not
the copper) that I must walk my
empty pint glass into the pub.
OK no problem, I took it back,
plonked it on the RS bar, and walked
out, (not forgetting to wipe my feet
on the way out!).
I then found myself being escorted
back into the bar by a police horses
arse!!!!
I was then informed by the "thing"
on the top of this horse that we
should all do our little bit and
remain safe, and that if I had a
problem with this, I would not be
going to football again!!!
I looked at her, looked at the
horse’s rear and decided to keep my
mouth shut and try and manoeuvre
around the big brown beast.
Only then I noticed grey Dave trying
to contain his joviality at such a
sight!
We made it to the ground a little
after kick off and it was easy to
tell that the 6000 blues were the
ones making the noise and that the
red scarf wearing foreigners had all
forgotten their copies of "english
football songs". We weren’t just out
singing them, we were magnificent!!!
The game started quite evenly with a
high tempo and some nice juicy derby
tackles.
Then, a penalty for Pienaar, surely,
no we forgot, we were Everton and
this was our old ground, not the one
we gave up to those in red.
Then a magical moment, Big VA won us
a corner and who put the ball in the
RS net, in front of the K*p who
delight in baiting him, yes, the
best central defender in the premier
league Jo Lescott.
We all went mad, I injured my shins
yet again in jumping over 4 seats to
hug cockney geezer who I think had
lost his bins and his mind!!!
We were in full voice now and the
s%^&e were rattled for a few
minutes.
They half heartedly attempted a
comeback but the blues at the back
stood firm and we got to half time
unscathed and with a 1-0 lead away
intact! happy days!
The second half was backs to the
wall time, you know what those reds
are about!!!
They launched cross after cross into
our box, but USA was having none of
it and picked them off easily.
Then somehow, after one of his
comrades handled and then flicked
the ball to him, the RS only decent
player dribbled a shot under USAs
hand and into the back of the net.
That was it, we shut up shop and I
can’t remember us having a chance
for a whole half an hour!!
The whistle went and the blues were
happy with taking the RS back to a
real ground for a real game!!!
After a trudge through Stanley park
and ruining a pair of trainers we
entered The Wilmslow to await the
Essca boys and our bus home.
Then the rumour-(note Les), it was
horrific, awful, your worst
nightmare, an Essca blue had
purchased a half/blue and half/RS
scarf before the game!!!!!
He was our driver!!!!
I think most of us kept shtum just
to get home, but have spoken about
this disturbing event with a few
other Essca members and come to a
conclusion that this is far, far,
worse than a can of Carlsberg on an
Essca bus, and therefore this scarf
must be forfeited, cut in half, and
the RS piece flown back to Norway
asap.
The journey home was pretty
uneventful apart from the grey one
buying half of subway and holding us
up for an hour!!
Anyways, a damn good day, a good
result considering, and a great big
hangover which lasted until
Wednesday.
Roll on the replay and COYB
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