Here's my story...
I moved to Liverpool in 2000 to get my MBA in Football Industries at the University of Liverpool. My first experience of football in the City was actually watching the other team at their ground, mainly because a number of professors (Rogan Taylor being one) supported them and tickets were easy to come by. But I always felt I was missing something. The singing, the berating players, the giant flags, the infamous badgeman, the singing of that song, I just didn't get it.
In November 2000, my parents were returning to Chicago from a vacation in Spain and decided to layover in Liverpool for the weekend to see me and see what I was up to. I figured it'd be best to take them to a match and ended up purchasing three tickets to the Upper Main Stand at Goodison.
We got to the ground that Saturday and it was pouring rain. Where we were sat, there was a massive leak and we had to dodge the rain most of the match. The fireworks Everton had laid out before the match were damp squibs, nothing but fizzes. The ground was SO quiet that day you could hear someone sneeze across the pitch. The game was pretty dull, to say the least....until Paul Merson scored the lone goal at the end of the match. We left the ground and as we were walking down the stairs of Goodison I realized that something special had just happened. I guess I'd been chosen.
The three of us headed to the pub, where we ran into some classmates, who had also been at the match, and they bought us a round while the locals regaled my parents with tales of Everton and really made them feel welcomed! It was great! (And as I now know, typical Evertonian behavior!)
The next week I ended up buying a half-season ticket in the Upper Bullens, between 2 poles, near the away fans. It was something magical and will never be replicated!
All here...would it be interesting to read 100's of these over the decades from Evertonians? I think it would be a good read. work in progress...add more here if you like