I arrived on Thursday night. As an ex musician, I stayed with a bunch of musician friends.
This meant roughly 48 hours of drinking in a row. I got to the ground, met another Irish mate who had my tickets I went in and physically shook for the first 60 minutes of the game from alcohol poisoning . I was only feeling somewhat normal by the time penalties came round.
Jags winning penalty wasn’t the main thing that I remember from the day. We got on a train on the way back - I was dressed in normal clothes my friend was head to toe in Everton gear. At this stage, I was sober and he was pissed. I looked around the carriage and it seem to be full of skinheads in Man United gear.
The very first thing my friend said to me at the top of his lungs was “ I’m glad we beat those cunts”
To this day, I don’t know how we made it off the train alive
That’s the joys of following Everton I suppose when you’re Irish
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