I was at both legs of that. I remember the gigg lane game for 2 memories..

Being in the ground about 6pm and watching Southall doing his customary round the bend pre-match warm up. Ball gets twatted behind the goal me mate Podge god bless him grabs the ball goes to throw it back to Nev who does this kind of wink and hand signal to keep hold of it and say nothing, which we do. Next performance Adrian Heath the little twat grasses us up to a steward/policeman can't remember and we had to give it back.

After the game seeing an opportunity to get into the players lounge going either side of an on crutches Pat Nevin and lifting him up these steps to the door. "Just say we're your mates, Pat"

Great days!

My 1986-87 junior evertonian season ticket gwladys st terrace sticks in my mind, £26.25 for 21 games (won 16 drew 4 lost 1).

All hail our shiny new era!

I often think that ...Honestly

Fucking roasting wasnt it

fuck..only just seen it on x ..didnt check the date ha