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After 125 years at Goodison Park, we asked Evertonians for their favourite memories at the Grand Old Lady. Here are your responses.

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Sally Hampson
My favourite memory is coming to Goodison Park with my father from a very young age, and pestering him for a sixpence to flick at the man with the cushions and trying to catch the cushion as he threw it back at me. Great and happy childhood memories.
Tony Jones Even though I've been going for years, my favourite memory would be from the current season. Getting my daughter her first Season Ticket and then for her to come on the pitch before the game to receive a certificate. Her face was amazing.
David Martin Having worked for Littlewoods chain stores for 40 years, my first memory of Everton FC was when I realised John Moores was not only running Littlewoods but was also chairman of Everton. This was in 1966. All Littlewoods chainstores had their behind-the-scenes areas painted in blue. Even the doors were blue. So I became an Evertonian back in 1966. The company had very close links with many staff getting involved in both enterprises. Our key man in Littlewoods Equipment Dept was non other than T.E. Jones, who also played for Everton! Over the years we had many happy experiences including Wembley and the Littlewoods Cup. Now I am simply an Everton Season Ticket holder, with my son for the past 20 years. Hopefully he will carry on the tradition of being TRUE BLUE with his future family.
blakeman My very first game was on 29 January 1958, which was the day of my ninth birthday. It was a cup game - Everton v Blackburn Rovers. My dad had bought me a ticket as a present. The thing I remember the most was the walk up Walton Lane to Goodison Park. There was a small van we passed which had a tannoy system on the roof. There was a voice coming out of the speakers announcing that Henry Rose would be reporting on the game. Sadly it would only be a number of days later that the poor man lost his life in the Munich air crash. His name has been with me ever since.

As for the game, I can remember my breath being taken away as I first caught sight of the stadium and the pitch all lit up by the floodlights. We sat in the Goodison Road Main Stand - a fantastic sight. I was surprised as well to see Albert Dunlop wearing a bright red goalkeeper's jersey. I recollect Mick Meagan scoring an own goal with his head in the Gwladys St (if my memory serves me right), and Jimmy Harris scoring but to no avail as we lost 2-1. I'm forever grateful to my dad for taking me and encouraging me to support the Blues. COYB.
Thor Ferner I am a Norwegian Evertonian and have been a supporter since 1974, since I was five years old. The reason for becoming an Evertonian was when Bob Latchford joined the Club. My biggest moment was when I met him in the 1878 Brasserie in November 2013. He spent a good time with me. We sat talking for half an hour and he signed a suit that I now have on the wall of my office. It was Laura Doyle who arranged this meeting. Thank you very much Laura and Everton. NSNO - The People's Club.
Now I have Season Tickets in the Alex Young suite and come to half of the home games.
John Barkley

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It was one night in the 1960s - I was so young, I don't even remember how old I was, five or six, maybe seven - but I'll never forget being ushered up to the Boy's Pen. Past the kitchens (still in the same place today) the heady smell of natural gas cooking meat pies on single upright stoves mixing with that of bitter, mild and other drinks. And then into the cage.. and..wham! The most vivid green grass glistening under the floodlights ...WOW!! And then scrambling my way as close to the front of the pen as I could get, to the most breathtaking, awe-inspiring vision my eyes have ever beheld.. green, yellow (the floodlights), the most stunning royal blue & pristine white. The Grand Old Lady in all her splendour!

That vision is one of the very few things that has stayed with me all my life. I always say to people, if you want to confirm an Evertonian, take him/her young to their first game and make sure it is a night match. And get them up to the Gwladys Street early before it's too full of people. I guarantee they will be hooked. Or I'll give you your money back...!
Ray Simm I have been a Evertonian now for more than 60 years. My memories of going to Goodison are endless. The first is as an eight-year-old boy sitting on my father's shoulders when we played the Busby Babes - the atmosphere was electric. The early sixties when we had the great team that included Alex Young and Roy Vernon. I think it cost four shillings and sixpence for the Gwladys Street End. I remember walking past the players' entrance and Vernon would be standing outside having a cigarette before the game. A great side with others to follow - the Holy Trinity, and Howard's fantastic side of the '80s. I still go to Goodison with the same enthusiasm and excitement. That electric atmosphere can still be generated and the banter is always good. The football has changed over the many years but the thrill of going to Goodison remains for me. It is a very special place and, if and when we move, I shall miss the Grand Old Lady.
Keith Wilson
Everton playing in an all white kit at Goodison v Inter Milan in the European Cup.
Beating Liverpool 4-0 at Anfield.
The Toffee Lady throwing Everton mints to the fans.
The Boy's Pen in the Gwladys Street.
Alan Ball, Colin Harvey and Howard Kendall.
Beating Arsenal 6-1 at Goodison.
Beating Man Utd 5-0 at Goodison.
The Gwladys Street in full voice.... deafening!
Mike Lyons' brave headed goal v Leeds.
The half-time score cards.
Two Everton legends, Dixie Dean and Harry Catterick, collapse at Goodison Park.
My first game and first night game - wow!
Gordon Kelly I have so many memorable moments at Goodison Park - the World Cup with Pele and Eusebio, Alec Young rising magnificently to head past Bill Brown at the Gwladys Street against Spurs. Tommy Ring chipping Gordon Banks twice at the Park End in a 6-1 win against Leicester City. Who could forget Wayne Rooney scoring a screamer to beat Arsenal, his first Premier League goal at the Park End? So many memories, too, of great players like Alan Ball, Tim Cahill, etc. Everton are The People's Club.
Tristan Thomas My uncle Nigel took me to Goodison Park over 30 years ago. I fell in love with Goodison and it's become my second home (my happy place!) My favourite game at Goodison was Neville Southall's testimonial - he was my hero. Goodison has always been a place where I leave the world and its troubles outside. 

Kathy Keig Goodison Park has played a major part in our lives down the years. Romance blossomed as home and away as my boyfriend and I followed Everton through our teenage years. We married in 1973 when the thought of having any ceremony at Goodison Park was a lifetime away. We celebrated with a sandwich and drinks in the church hall.

Following in our footsteps, our eldest daughter met her husband following a derby match. Again, romance blossomed as they watched Everton together. When they married, they chose Goodison Park for their celebration as they said it had played such a major part in their lives. It was a wonderful celebration in a place that has featured so much in our family life.

My husband and I then renewed our wedding vows for our 40th anniversary and decided we wanted to invite people to the place we had spent our most enjoyable times - so we invited friends from our school days to our retirement and many Blues to share our day with us at a wonderful celebration at Goodison.

All these years on, our three children and our grandchildren still enjoy regular visits to Goodison Park. And just to show how Everton history repeats itself in our family, our youngest daughter met her Evertonian partner on an Everton trip to Lille. I wonder when the next major family celebration will be at the Grand Old Lady…

For us, Everton isn't simply the football club we love, it's been important in bringing together not only my husband and I but two daughters and the people with whom they share their lives.
George Bell Winning the league in '63 and the cup in '66 were great, but my greatest moment was meeting my all-time hero, the Golden Vision (Alex Young). I had my photo taken with him. You can't describe him to people who never saw him in his heyday. I always say he is like the Grand Canyon, you have got to see it. I have been going to the Old Lady for more than 70 years. Things have  not been good this season, but I have a feeling they are to improve.
Dave Watterson Me and my mate Phil have been going to watch the mighty Blues over 55 years together. We both went a few years ago to watch a Europa League game. Because it was a game where we did not have to use our Season Tickets, we used different tickets for that game. When we got to the turnstiles we put the barcodes of the tickets to enter the ground onto the gate system. They should have been put into a slot instead. After a couple of attempts, two young lads showed us what to do. After thanking them for their help, one of them said to his friend, "I am really made up to have helped them IT MUST BE THE FIRST GAME THEY HAVE COME TO!"
James Smith Getting taken to Goodison by my dad when I wasn't even walking - I'm still going now with my son.


Jack Withe My first ever Everton game was when I was five. I remember walking down Goodison Road and being fascinated by the amount of people and the big police horses. Luckily for me, my first ever game happened to be very historic as it was when James Vaughan became the youngest ever Premier League goalscorer and we beat Crystal Palace 4-0. For some reason, even though it was 12 years ago and I was so young I always remember it, probably because it's such a special club to support as a kid.

Brian Tweedle One of my many memories of Goodison was when I was a boy. Alan Ball was my idol and he had been sold to Arsenal and I, like so many Evertonians, was devastated. At that time Everton were in decline and struggling. The game in question was Everton v Huddersfield. I think it ended up 2-2 and I was stood on the Gwladys Street with my brother by the church. Everton weren't playing well and the crowd were becoming agitated. Everton attacked and the ball ended up in the crowd. At this point someone in the crowd shouted, "Hey - can we have our BALL back please?!" Everyone burst into laughter but we knew we'd lost something special. 
Alan Andrews One of my first memories and, not sure of the year but in the late 1960s, we played West Brom at home. I was in the Boys' Pen and after a pulsating game with a couple of minutes left, the score was 4-4. As some of the crowd was leaving we scored to make it 5-4, then those who had left rushed to get back in to see what had happened. I must have been about 13/14 at the time. It may be that game that has a bearing on me never to leave until the final whistle to this day. COYB! 
Steve Wissett My memory is not the fantastic match against Bayern which I witnessed with my father, as I guess many will write about that famous night. It is the first match I took my own son to - throw your mind back to May 1994 and the last game of the season, against Wimbledon.

My son Scott was four at the time and had been born blue. Given the significance of the game I gave my Season Ticket to my brother after managing to get two seats in the Lower Bullens for me and my son. Now, we have always taught our kids to respect their surroundings particularly in their own home. I filled my pockets with pop and crisps and we settled into our seats, with apprehension of the possibilities in front of us.

The game didn't start well as we all know - two goals down fairly quickly. I remember my son’s voice asking, ”Can we go home now" after munching through the goodies I had brought. “Not yet” I replied but inside I was thinking the worst. So maybe it might not be a bad idea if things carried on like this.

We got one back with Stuart’s penalty - the pressure must have been immense - the crowd picked up and the noise levels increased. My son, who had been thrown up in the air, looked on in bemusement. Half-time came and I filled my pockets with more pop and crisps. The second half was dragging until Barry Horne hit his thunderbolt, and excitement started to raise and my son studied everybody. To cut a long story short the dubious winner arrived and I ended up standing on the seats (sorry Everton!) two rows back from where I was sat, carried by the relief of the moment and the euphoria of the fans around us.

When I got back to my seat and the noise level dropped, my son was sitting there and at the top of his voice said, "You told us not to stand on the chairs at home!” Well, everyone was in stitches and it left me trying to explain my actions to my four-year-old. Scott is now 27 and himself a big Evertonian. 
Brian Pellow My Nan and Grandad lived on Gwladys Street. I was christened in St Luke's Church and my first school was Gwladys Street Infants. My first house was off Bullens Road. As kids we played '3 & in' at the old ticket office on Bullens and 'the goal' was the recessed ticket office. This was locally known as the Bullens triangle.

As a kid I would sit in my Nan’s front bedroom when there was a match on and look out the bedroom window where I could see the top right corner of the Park End stand. I would sit patiently waiting for a sight of the ball being cleared high into the air. In the second half, the gates would open and I would leg it into the Street End where I was greeted with the strong smell of beer and ciggies and the sound of 50,000 singing their hearts out. I was hooked and Everton dominated every minute of my life.

My younger years were all about Everton and even though we had no success, that didn't matter. I went everywhere once I started working and had some great days watching idles such as Latchford, McKenzie, Thomas, Lyons, Dobson, Georgie Wood et al. As much as I adored these fellas we never had the success they deserved.

That all changed soon after the great Howard Kendall survived a challenge to his position with leaflets asking for his dismissal landed on the pitch against Coventry in the League Cup. We managed to scrape through with a crowd of about 12,000.
I was at Oxford in the next round, the night of the 'Kevin Brock' pass back where Inchy capitalised. I had a Ford Escort estate at the time and it carried me and eight fellow blues that night, three of which were in the boot! Not the best ride but we celebrated in Banbury on the way home. They didn't know what day it was when we called in to their lovely country boozer. That as we all know changed our history and to be aged 21 at that time was a dream. We were following a team that was invincible - we knew even when we went a goal down we would win.

From a personal point of view, the game against Bayern Munich at Goodison was by far the greatest night ever seen. I have never seen a better and more electric atmosphere at the Old Lady. I honestly can't put it into words, you had to be there. The older I get the more I want our younger fans to experience a night like that and the trophy that followed. I could go on but enough is enough. When Bally said, 'Once Everton has touched nothing will be the same' I sort of knew that the day I was born within a '9 iron' from the Gwladys Street penalty spot! I love this Club!
Tim Carew It was 1969/70 season. I was nine at the time. We were at Goodison playing Liverpool. I was in the Boys' Pen with my brother. The place was packed like sardines. Other lads hanging on the mesh like monkeys in a cage and blocking our view for most of it. Liverpool ran out in their usual red strip. I remember thinking they looked like giants compared to Everton. The game didn't go well for us. My lasting memory was an own goal. A diving header by Sandy Brown past our own keeper. Any striker would have been proud of it. 0-3 the game was up. Dad wasn't in a good mood when he picked us up outside the ground. Hey ho - we won the league that year and turned the Reds over at Anfield 2-0!
Rob Williams  There was a rainbow over the ground during a match a few years ago.
It was an amazing moment. But it was made all the more magical by the thousands of smart phones being held up to capture it...
The boy and girl tribute to the 96 with 'He Ain't Heavy' playing over the PA stands out, too.

Andrew Orme I remember a league game in the early '80s and a rather loudmouthed fan in the Gwladys Street was giving Kevin Sheedy - who was going through a rough patch at the time - a lot of stick.
As it reached a crescendo, Sheeds, with his trusty left foot, let fly with a screamer that preceded to hit said loudmouth right in the face! Cue spontaneous cheering for the most off-target shot of Sheeds' career!
Neville Jones My favourite memory was not a match but the day I took my daughter, Alice, to Goodison when she was invited as a member of the Junior Supporters' Club, when she was nine. The players and David Moyes were all lined up near the tunnel and we had the privilege of shaking their hands. Duncan Ferguson and Kevin Campbell complimented Alice on her blue-tinted sunglasses and we had a picture taken with Dunc, which is one of the proudest moments of my life. We still have it as well as the picture being inscribed on a mug.
Probably my other favourite memory was when Duncan scored the goal against Liverpool in 1994. It set us on our way to staying up and winning the Cup. It was a brilliant night because we had that belief that we were on our way back. It was a wonderful header followed by a great goal from Paul Rideout, a most under-appreciated player.

Gerald Arbuthnot My first game at Goodison was in 1962/63 season. Because of the big freeze that year, there had been no games at Goodison for two or three months so the first game after the thaw was a reserve game. I pestered my mum to get my dad to take me even though he was a red! We played Coventry, with 62,000 fans there desperate to watch a game. The first team played and we won 6-2. My eyes where like two giant saucers throughout the whole game! I remember the first game I took my son to, he was getting his face painted in the family stand when he was seven years of age. At half-time he said, "Do we go home now, dad?" Everybody around started laughing with one woman saying, "No, you have to sit and suffer like the rest of us!" Another great memory was the Charity Shield game in the 1967/68 season when we played Liverpool. Before the game, Ray Wilson, the Everton full-back, and Roger Hunt the Liverpool centre forward, paraded the World Cup which England had just won just behind them was Brian Labone with the FA Cup and Ron Yeats with the League Trophy. Eyes like saucers again!
Paul McGrath I remember Mikel Arteta's goal against Fiorentina and nearly getting choked by the person behind me caught up in the moment and the Park End singing his name; Tim Cahill scoring the goal to secure fourth place and sitting with my Dad, who is a Liverpool fan and was less than impressed.

Romelu Lukaku scored to make it 1-0 against Chelsea in the quarter-finals of the FA Cup, and having my girlfriend help me sit down as the excitement nearly caused me to collapse! Mine and my girlfriend's first ever game together beating City 2-1 in the League Cup semi-final first leg in 2016. 
Jamie Deakin I took my Turkish friend to his second ever Everton game with me in my Season Ticket seat in the Lower Gwladys, it was the Spurs game at home in December of 2012. When Clint Dempsey scored to make it 1-0 on 80 minutes, he looked at me and said, "I'm bad luck aren't I?" Ten minutes later and the Gwladys Street went crazy when Steven Pienaar equalised. I was stood on my seat going absolutely crazy and he didn't have a clue what was going on! He just looked up at me, his face with fear like, "What the hell has just happened?" Two minutes later Jelavic banged in the winner and I went absolutely berserk! I was grabbing him and screaming in his face and I'll never forget him looking back at me with pure confusion at the events that had just unfolded. He got Everton after that game and realised what it meant to me.   
Jim Milner My favourite memory has to be when I took part in the half-time hit-the-bar competition in a game against West Ham in 2011. The first two kicks were pretty close but on the third attempt, it crashed off the bar into the Gladys Street for the signed shirt. I picked the next player to score and it would be my shirt, Diniyar Bilyaletdinov scored! The game finished 2-2.
Keith Allen I have been following Everton virtually all my life, in fact far too long to remember exactly when. I came from a broken home, in as much as my parents were both avid members of the Reds! I don't really remember where my love of the Blues emanated from, but I think it may have had something to do with the fact that all my mates supported Everton and regularly used to 'beat me up' over the fact that I supported Liverpool. It was a case of "if you can't beat them join them!" I remember going to Goodison one evening game in the early '60s with my then girlfriend, who eventually became my wife, her friend of many years with whom we are still friends, her brother and myself. We all stood in the Paddock on Bullens Road side of the ground. I can't recollect who we were playing, unfortunately, but I do remember it to be someone quite good as there was a sizeable crowd. We were winning by a fair margin as the final whistle was approaching, and we decided to beat the crowds and leave minutes before the whistle. Imagine my horror when we got to the exits, when we found that they had forgotten to open the doors! We took the only rational decision (as we thought), which was to attempt to climb over the gates which stood about what seemed to be nine to ten feet away. Brian climbed over first to help the girls on the landing side, whilst I stayed inside to help the girls climb over the gate. We were all, including the rest of the crowd, in hysterics as we did the 'lifting'. My abiding memory of the whole affair was seeing two bottoms in my face while trying to lift the girls over the gate. I don't know why, but there was suddenly no shortage of volunteers to help from the crowd especially when they saw how tight the girls' jeans were! It only feels like yesterday, but it was forty-five years ago. Oh how time flies, but memories can live forever.
Irene Keith In 1969 I met my late husband John queuing up for tickets for a derby game, fortunately we were both Evertonians! I remember it was on Gwladys Street when the ground held 60,000 supporters.
Michael Thompson  Going in the Boys' Pen 56 years ago. I'm now in the same place as a Season Ticket holder.
Stephen Mahoney It was the first game of the 1971/72 season against West Ham. I was hooked from that moment, I was stood on a box leaning against the wall in the enclosure with my uncle who passed away couple of years ago so it was special memories for that first time, obviously. The Andy King derby was the first time I saw us beat Liverpool. The 1980s, wow! They were special times watching us win titles, cups and the Bayern Munich game was unbelievable that night. Then there was the Wimbledon game, it was an amazing day but it best not happen again! Too many memories to mention in one go but here's to many more, definitely my favourite place! No place like home, as they say.
Geoff Dale A blood splattered Dave Hickson, with him having had stitches inserted in a cut over his eyebrow, he returned to the pitch to score the winning goal against Manchester United in the fifth round of the FA Cup in February 1953.
Tony Whitehead My first visit to Goodison Park was when I was nine years old. My friends and I travelled to the match on the 46 bus from Smithdown Road, Wavertree, It was allowed those days. We went in the Boys' Pen, the wooden fence had been damaged into the Gwladys Street so we crawled through. This was a mistake as being so small, we could not see as we were behind the entire crowd at the back on the lower terrace. To see any thing we got on top of the toilet walls, if we lay down there, we could see about half the pitch with the roof blocking the Park End of the ground. Nevertheless, we saw the outstanding site of the World Cup, League trophy, FA Cup and Charity Shield being paraded. The atmosphere was electric and I have been going ever since.
David Catton My first visit to Goodison was not to watch Everton but to watch England play Portugal in a Festival of Britain game on 19 May 1951 wiith England winning 5-2. Later, I watched Everton at Goodison in second division matches between 1951 and 1954. I've been coming ever since, although I left Liverpool in 1962 and must have clocked up many thousands of miles to get my memories!
Colin Hancock My favourite Goodison memory will always be the first time I set eyes on the pitch. I attended a Milk Cup game v Arsenal in the 1982/83 season. It finished 1-1, Gary Stevens scored our goal. I entered the enclosure at the Gwladys Street end and remember getting through the turnstile to be confronted with the view of this amazing green pitch for the first time. Breathtaking! I sit opposite that entrance now, in the Lower Bullens and I can still picture that first view. 
John McGregor I have had a Season Ticket since 1981 as that was the first time I could afford one. My son Ian came with me from 1984 to 2004. He then moved out of Liverpool and now lives in Scotland. My wife joined us from 1995 and we have had the same seats in the Park End ever since. We went to Hearts v Everton pre-season game in Scotland and took two granddaughters with us aged five and three in full Everton kits and blue and white ribbons in their hair. Ian said he had to buy their first kits, not me. Ian is 40 and I still buy him his new Everton shirt every year. He has them all at home. The granddaughters wanted us to get Everton tickets for his birthday so we can all come together to Goodison Park, I will make that happen for him. You are born a Blue and he is. 
Mike McLoughlin My first time outside Goodison was for the Charity Shield match in 1966, with some mates and we couldn’t get tickets, as mere 10 year olds! A few days later we got into the Boys' Pen, by a cash payment and we lost to United 2-1. As we got in, one scallywag uttered the immortal lines, "Got any odds, lads". We caught the number 3 bus home to Dingle, and an older fan told us, "Don’t worry lads we’ll beat that lot on Saturday". We did, and I was there to see my all-time Blue hero Alan Ball score two on his derby debut as we ran out winners 3-1. I was in the old Goodison Road terrace which was massive and with a docker called Albert who got me the ticket. Since those heady days of 1966, I now, of course, have many more memories.
David McBride My best ever memory was the semi-final of the European Cup Winners' Cup in 1985, against FC Bayern Munich and to this day I have never experienced an atmosphere like it. I was in the Gwladys Street with my mates and Goodison was just electric. The game just passed so quickly but that final goal by Tricky Trev [Trevor Steven] was the icing on the cake. The next day we were down to Barnes Travel to book our coach to Rotterdam and as they say, the rest is history. Just an unbelievable night for everyone who were there to experience it, there have been other games but for me this was the stand out memory.
Robert Black First time in the Lower Bullens. A freezing November day, dark and wet. We got a corner in front of the Gwladys and the whole stand stamped their feet. The noise and that shaking stand in the mist of the floodlights made the hairs stand up on my neck. 
Neil Jones I had four Season Tickets for many years in the Goodison Road Family Club with my three sons, Paul, Neil and Christopher. We played Manchester United in the 199’s with Les Sealey in goal for them. I had just been to buy some food and drink for myself and the boys, when I was getting back into my seat, which was right next to our dugout in row E, Sealey had kicked the ball over to the kit man before the match started and it hit me right in the face! There were sausages everywhere! Bovril splashed over everyone, a man two rows down who had a sausage in his head said to me, "You didn’t put enough ketchup on, mate".

Robert Kyle My best memory is from 1970 when we beat West Brom 2-0 to win the league. I was in the Paddock, the team were doing a lap of honour and I was being pushed and squeezed by the crowd. A man pulled me out on to the pitch as the team went passed. Alan Ball smiled at me so as a 12-year-old boy, it made my day.
William McKenzie Going the match with my dad who passed away last year when I was 11. He would always go in his wheelchair speeding down County Road to get to the match. Now my mum takes me and we go at least two hours before to soak up the atmosphere. She likes to go in the Fan Zone to see who is on, then I go off and go in. Sometimes at the end we meet the players which is fantastic as I always gets selfies. On one occasion I was a ball boy and Ross Barkley hit me in the face with a ball whilst warming up and at the end of the game gave me the shirt off his back. What a legend he is.  I just love everything about Everton Football Club.  I have made a new friend called Lewis who is nine and who is in a wheelchair himself and when he sees me his face lights up and asks me how I am. Just to see his face is brilliant. Going to EFC week in week out is amazing.
Darren Cronin  Still probably my favourite game: Everton 6 Coventry 0 1977 as an 11-year-old lad, both teams near the top of the table to watch my Everton absolutely tear apart a really good Coventry team with skill, passion and desire and the crowd really buzzing from the first minute still gives me goose bumps when I watch it again. I've been lucky to see the good times and sure will see them again but that is right up there for me.

Michael Murphy Many memories. Roy Vernon rounding Tony Macedo of Fulham to clinch the 1963 Championship. I would have caught the ball if the net hadn't been there. Alex Young outjumping 6ft 2in Maurice Norman to head the winner against the great Spurs double-winning team. Duncan Ferguson heading the winner against United and going wild.
Steve Lawes Amongst many great afternoons, the odd morning and many evenings, I would say one of the greatest was Wayne Clarke's goal to beat Liverpool and end their unbeaten run towards the end of the 1987/88 season.
Andy Seeing the lights of the Main Stand from my bedroom window and hearing the roar of night games when I was a boy in the '60s and '70s, now I sit in the Main Stand.
Pete Cooley Attending games in the mid-60s with my Dad. Carrying a "sterie" milk crate with me through the turnstiles to stand on in the old Goodison Road terrace (a "sterie" milk crate was narrower and taller than a fresh milk crate).
John Wheatland My earliest memory is from attending my first game: Everton 7, Leicester City 1 on 30 November 1968. I sat in the Upper Bullens with my dad as Everton walloped Leicester, who had a young Peter Shilton in goal. My first hero, Joe Royle, netted a hat-trick.
There have been many memories since but that first one always remains with you.
Paul Jones My grandad was a huge Everton fan, so too is my dad. My first match was when we beat Wimbledon to stay up. It was my first Everton game and sadly my grandad's last. I see it as passing on the reins to me and my dad, and can't wait for the day I bring my kids here, Everton isn't just a football club, it's a family, a way of life, and Goodison Park has given me memories I will cherish forever.
Barry David My first memory was around the age of five, when our dad took my brothers and me to Goodison to see Everton v Preston North End. Tom Finney was playing for PNE and our dad, my brother Roy and I were PNE supporters (dad was born there). My brother Ray supported Everton and at the final whistle, so did I! The next match I attended was in the Boys' Pen, with my brother Ray. I remember seeing Bobby Collins running around red faced and Tommy Ring on the wing.

During the '60s, I missed a lot of the games, as I was involved with music professionally and played regularly at the Cavern, along with many other venues around the UK. After we won the cup in '66, I was able to attend many more games and, along with 10 or so of my mates, stood in the Paddock. I watched home and away games throughout our '69/70 league championship-winning season Following the completion of the first section of the Main Stand on Goodison Road, two Season Tickets became available in the Top Balcony, H80 and H81, which two of us took. I watched throughout the '70s and the fab '80s and managed to persuade my boss at work to purchase three Season Tickets in the Main Stand, reduced to two after a while, then upon retirement in 2012, I reduced it to just one for myself. That is seat L56 (also had L57 and L58).

I finish with a confession, in that growing up, I lived just down the road from Goodison in Welbrow Road (near Walton Village) and before going to the game, would get as many cars as I could, to 'mind' for their owners. This would be followed by leaving five minutes early from the game, to collect my hard-earned money! However, at the age of 13, my family moved out to the country near Ormskirk, which put paid to that part of my match experience!
Edward Watching Everton beat Watford in the FA Cup final and then win the league the following season. That was the best side we have had.
John F. A. Roderick I began watching Everton in the early 1950s, when Peter Farrell was the captain. I particularly remember an evening cup match against Blackburn in the '50s when there were 75,000 spectators and the Gwladys Street was so packed that the crowd decided to pick up the children, me included, and pass us over their heads until we reached the pitchside track, where we sat for the rest of the game. Sadly we lost. I also remember the excitement of seeing the first floodlit game at Goodison, when the lights were on stanchions in each corner.
Gary Molloy We were playing Portsmouth a couple of seasons ago... during the game at some point, as always, it was announced over the tannoy that Operation Goodison Exercise was about to commence. Within seconds of this, every single Portsmouth fan started doing star jumps and various exercises... very funny. Every time it comes on at the games now we always smile and say, "Remember those Portsmouth fans".
John As a boy I travelled over to Oldham in a rickety Austin A35 to see Everton beat Oldham in 1954 to return to what was the first division. Dave Hickson scored the first goal. It was a muddy pitch, cold and misty.

Paul Caffrey Wow, where do I start? I'll go back as far as I can. I remember my dad doing the scratch cards years ago for Everton, and now and again we would get tickets. Times were hard and we never had money to go the game every week. I must have been about six or seven, me my dad and my grandad went the game... it was against one of the Sheffield clubs. I remember the players warming up kicking the ball against the old Park End wall behind the goal. We got beat 2-1 but I remember going into the stadium on my dad’s shoulders, then he got me down and as we walked out to the Bullens Road I was just amazed by the sheer size of it: gobsmacked by how amazing it was. From that moment on it was Everton everything.

I remember trying to get on the pitch when we beat Wimbledon to stay up. I was in the Upper Gwladys but didn’t know how to get down to get on the pitch. It was an amazing day. I didn’t understand the stay up, go down situation at that time. Looking back now it was very close. As I grew up I realised more and more about football in general and it started to mean something in the stomach on match days. Win and it would be pure elation. Lose and I felt sick and gutted to the pit of my stomach.

I left school and got a job in the local garage, which is when I had to start paying my own way. I used to get the bus from Princess Drive to Tuebrook and walk through to Goodison Park, get my ticket for £9 and my programme. Walking down past all the away coaches by Stanley Park, seeing the Old Lady stand there with flags blowing in the wind was, and still is, an amazing sight. It gives me butterflies every time I approach our amazing stadium. I was never in the position to get a Season Ticket. I tried to save but was only young and my mum and dad didn’t have the money to buy one for me. Times were hard but I got to most games with what wages I had. David Moyes came along and gave us hope. I loved his tenure as manager.

Nothing beats being an Evertonian: the feeling you get from being at the game and around the Club. I have an amazing son (Bobby Caffrey). I took him to a pre-season friendly in 2013 wen he was only nine or 10 months old. We both have Season Tickets and it’s the most amazing thing to go the game now with my son, teaching him the songs and telling him about things I used to do going the game, I love this club and love Goodison Park and also Mr Kenwright. I dread leaving the Old Lady. She will be missed, but times move on and I’m sure in years to come my son will be writing his own piece on this club and about memories he has. Maybe I’ll get to bring two generations to the new ground! But Goodison Park will forever be in my heart. 
John Raftery I have held a Season Ticket every season since 1968 but only once have I ever stepped on the green, green grass of Goodison. Actually, back on 1 April 1970, there was as much sand as grass. That fabulous night saw our great team seal the League title with a 2-0 victory over West Bromwich Albion. At the final whistle the whole stadium rose as one to salute the boys in blue. I remember Colin Harvey raising his arms aloft in the centre circle and Harry Catterick walking on to hug Alan Ball. As the lap of honour got under way, many fans ran on to the pitch, including me and my mate Brian. We clambered over the wall from the Street End terrace and and headed across the pitch towards the centre circle savouring the moment. By this stage the players had retreated to the front of what was left of the old Main Stand to receive the trophy and the acclaim of the supporters. Goodison has seen some great times since then but none greater than that glorious night when we won the Championship in front of 58,523, the biggest crowd of the season, and with a club-record points haul.       
Howard Don Nine years old, 27 February, 1960, taken to my first game at Goodison - Everton v Preston North End.  Arrived clueless as to who I supported and left starry eyed and completely and utterly hooked for life, after the Blues demolished PNE 4-0. Fast forward a few years and I was nagging anyone who'd take me and even once snuck off to the Boys' Pen - a search party was nearly sent out before I got home. My parents finally got me a Season Ticket for the Paddock just in time for me to see all of the 1962/63 season ending with the 4-1 defeat of Fulham on the final day to win the League. Scenes like you would never see now, people all over the pitch at the end as the team came out into the directors' box to salute the fans. Wonderful memories.
Howell Davies Born in Cardiff but brought up in Cheshire, I became an Everton fan at the age of 43 (20 years ago),when it looked as though my middle son was going to be a Manchester United supporter. Until then I had been to more Wales matches than league matches but I suggested that if he wanted to be a football fan then we should go and watch a particular team.

Skilfully ruling out some unpleasant alternatives, we quickly settled on the Everton team containing Neville Southall, Gary Speed and John Oster. Our first match was Nev's last and I confess that it brought tears to my eyes and a lump in my throat to hear the crowd singing "Wales Wales Number 1" (which they didn't tend to sing at internationals). We spent the rest of the season trying out the different stands, settled on Upper Bullens and have been there (together) ever since. And I love it.
Bruce Rogers The night we got together in 1995 at Goodison to meet about disabled facilities and came away as part of a steering committee which formed Everton Disabled Supporters' Association (EDSA), which is still going strong, speaking up for disabled Evertonians and all disabled football supporters.
Marie O'Connor I have supported Everton all my life, but living in the Midlands meant that I only saw my team play at Highfield Road, sat in the Coventry end with my dad. I dreamt of being able to wear my team colours and jump up when my team scored. That dream started in November 1986 with my first trip to Goodison - and it was the Merseyside Derby! I was stood in the family enclosure, where the fans were mixed in together. Being a young girl, I was looked after when the crowd toed and froed. A Liverpool fan offered me some sweets. It was a goalless game so I had to wait a bit longer to enjoy an Everton goal at Goodison. It is still the best feeling in the world - jumping up and cheering as loud as everyone else when Everton score. I have my seat in Upper Bullens and I love it! 
Lionel Cope I have so many memories of the Old Lady! My first ever match was in January 1969. It was a night match against Wolves, and we won 4-0! I'll never forget as a 10-year-old boy the excitement of the seeing the pitch and the royal blue jerseys.
I was there the night we won the league in 1970 against WBA, and remember writing an essay on it in school the following week! Obviously, the whole 1984/85 season will never be forgotten, the night of Bayern Munich, with the Goodison Roar in full voice!!
Gary Thomas My first game was v Birmingham City in 1976. I know the score was 2-2 and it was Duncan McKenzie's home debut. However, I remember nothing of the game! I do remember the journey to the game and seeing how green the grass was. I do remember exactly where I stood at the front of the rear section of the Gwladys Street. I do remember going down to the front to buy crisps and chewing gum from the man walking around the pitch selling them. I remember seeing all these people in this massive stadium and there being an exchange of chants between Everton fans in the Park End and Gwladys Street End. The whole experience hooked me for life.

In future games my spec was near the front of the Gwladys Street End with a group of friends.I remember there being a couple of games that were sponsored by crisps called Football Crazy. They were thrown into the crowd. I ended up with at least 20 packets from each game! I remember there used to be a police dog display before or at half-time in derby games.

I have never left any game before the final whistle and as such have never missed seeing any goals. The only one I would say I have missed is Avi Cohen's own goal in the 1981 FA Cup tie v Liverpool. I thought Peter Eastoe had scored as I saw him shoot at goal at which point I was knocked off the bar I was sitting on.It wasn't until I saw it later on TV that I discovered the ball was cleared off the line only for Cohen to knock it into the goal. I must admit it, it made the goal a lot sweeter!

I remember following the 8-0 home win v Wimbledon in the 1978 League Cup tie, myself and friends managed to get back into the ground whilst waiting for autographs. We were playing footy in the Park End goal. We were eventually escorted out of the ground. Instead of going out of the gate we'd come in, we were led down the tunnel and past the changing rooms. On the way we managed to get the players' autographs before being led out onto Goodison Road.
Oliver I have a lot of memories. My first ever game when I was seven years old, a friendly against PSV Eindhoven. My dad was a Liverpool supporter but still took me to games so I could go, As I got older and could attend the games myself I developed many more memories. One that sticks out massively was Roberto Martinez's first season, we couldn't stop winning. When Kevin Mirallas scored that free-kick against Aston Villa, and Romelu Lukaku scored his header against Liverpool, I have never felt anything like it. Everton have created a lot of memories and I could go on for much longer!
John Collins Going to the match when I was five on my uncle's shoulders (my Dad was a red) - thank goodness he didn't take me to Anfield!

The best match at Goodison was Bayern Munich in 1985. I have never felt the electricity like it - and the Wimbledon game in 1994 - the fight to stay up.
Philip Gentile My first visit to Goodison came as a surprised schoolboy in April 1991. My friend Dean Kozlowski told me his dad was going to take me and I looked forward to it more than anything else I could have wanted at the time. I remember we beat Norwich 1-0 with Mike Newell grabbing the winner.

I remain forever grateful to my mate for making a dream come true.

The other special memory I have at Goodison was in 2002 when a special bond started with my close friend Tony Barlow, whom has recently passed away. It was the very beginning of the David Moyes era and I remember there being such a togetherness in the stadium and an incredible atmosphere throughout the game against Fulham and the close bond with manager and players during the pre-match warm-up was the first I had seen as an Evertonian.

Unsy fired in an early left foot drive, but we were up against it when Gravesen got sent off and Big Dunc was heading balls clear out of our box as we were under a lot of pressure but we saw out a 2-1 victory and the start of a close bond over the Moyes era.

There are many more memories from Goodison but I would have to write a book to include all of them - these are the two memories that are most personal to me.
James Shenton My first game was the famous Wimbledon survival match in 1994 - and I was 14 or so. Being from Manchester and having a older brother who was a Liverpool fan, going down woud've been the end of the world. My brother tells me he asked a bus driver what the score was and he replied 2-0 to Wimbledon. My brother was delighted but it soon turned sour for him when he saw the final result! My dad wouldn't let me go on the pitch at the end when we won 3-2. We were in the Bullens below the Wimbledon fans. A day I'll never forget. Fifteen years later I was taking my son to his first game. Not as dramatic in a comprehensive 3-0 win over Blackburn in 2009. We are still going and have Season Tickets in the Park End. 
Stephen Davies I was only 21 on 28 October 1978. I took my now wife to see us play Liverpool at Goodison. Everton dominated the game but still hadn't scored after 58 minutes. Mike Pejic whipped a ball in from deep. It was headed out and fell nicely to Andy King. The ball sat up perfectly as he hit it on the half volley. It nestled in the top right-hand corner. Goodison went wild. The Lower Gwladys Street bounced up and down for the remaining 30 minutes. George Wood in goal and Billy Wright and Roger Kenyon held firm until the final whistle. One of the Liverpool fans in work on Monday said, "You couldn't have seen the game bouncing up and down". We celebrated long and hard.
Chris My first game at Goodison Park was against West Ham in 1966, aged 11 years old. "West Ham swept aside by brilliant Everton" was the headlines on the pink Echo that night. That game moulded my perception and expectations of Everton. This is what I expect every time I go to Goodison Park - hard work from players who want to be there fighting to win a game.

Oumar know's what I mean!
Michael Roberts Dan Gosling scoring against Liverpool in the FA Cup in the last few seconds. I just remember the whole stadium shaking and myself being pushed backwards and forwards, hugging whoever was nearest to me at the time. That night the atmosphere was electric, that was the night when i got my clear understanding of being an Evertonian. Before every game you get that tingle in your spine when hearing Z Cars. Just like Unsworth says - if Z cars doesn't give you a tingle in your spine you're not an Evertonian.
Keith Baxendale My wife and I married in the Dixie Dean suite on 02.07.2004 which coincided with my 40th birthday. We had a fabulous day and the staff were superb, doing everything in their power to make the day special. 
David Hillon My father took me to Goodison for my first game. They were playing Blackpool and Stanley Matthews was in their team. I remember my dad saying to me that I would remember it for the rest of my life. He was right and it was over 55 years ago.
Michael Callaghan

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Having spent most of my early years in and out of Alder Hey hospital, I was finally able to attend my first Everton game aged 12 on Boxing Day 1983 - a 0-0 draw at home to Sunderland in front of a 18,000 crowd. From then on there had been so many memorable times being a Blue.

My best atmosphere has to be the Bayern Munich semi-final. A neighbour managed to get tickets off Alan Harper, and we sat in the Lower Bullens. What an unbelievable night that was.

My favourite goal has to be Barry Horne's screamer against Wimbledon in 1994. In 33 years of going to Goodison, my favourite player is Tim Cahill. This is my 31st year as a Season Ticket holder, sat in the same Upper Bullens seat. I've been honoured to have watched so many great, great players, and hope to see many more in the coming years. 
Paul Cushing  Everton v Bayern Munich, 2nd leg of the Cup Winners' Cup. I was in the Upper Gwladys Street with my dad and older brother - what a great night. The Grand Old Lady in all its glory and the boys on the pitch done the business. The atmospherewas brilliant. My dad and brother no longer with us but we spent many a time talking about that night & telling all our family about a wonderful evening.
Paula  The great escape - Everton v Coventry in 1998. I was sat in the family enclosure with my cousin Helen Hobson. We didn't sit down all game - shouting, nearly crying. At full0time, we looked at each other, no words were needed, out of our seats jumping up and down on the pitch. We were so happy, hugging everyone. It was the best day ever.
Ben Ellis  1. Everton winning the championship in my first season going the game 1986/7.
2. Bakayoko taking a penalty kick in his tracksuit top and missing.
3. With Everton 3-1 down to United with four minutes of added time left, half of Goodison empty and then two dramatic goals from Cahill /Arteta rescuing a draw.
John Dempsey Queuing up to get into the Bullens Road on the day Howard Kendall passed away I was telling my son about the tweet I had made a couple of days earlier showing the Everton team photo of the first team I remember supporting regularly at Goodison. The conversation went something like this:-
They were all there, Dave Hickson, Bobby Collins, Dunlop, T.E.Jones, Brian Harris, Jimmy Harris..
The man in front of me turned around and said " That's me!"
It was Jimmy Harris.
I replied " It is! " " He was a good player " I said to my son.
"A sad today today", I said to Jimmy. "The manager was Johnny Carey in your day, wasn't it?"
" Yes", replied Jimmy , "but he didn't like the local lads. "
" You came from across the water, didn't you? " I asked .
"Yes", said Jimmy, " But I had to serve National Service and didn't sign until I was 21. No training , I went straight into the team. I was paid only pittance in those days."
I replied, " I only paid 6d ( 2 1/2 pence ) to watch you in those days from the Boys Pen."

We separated and went into the ground, Upper Bullens, but I then saw him on the steps up to my seat and thanked him for talking to me, and he responded likewise. A happy moment on such a sad day.
Keith Daniel Roberts I'll tell you about my earliest memory, which was the first time I went to Goodison Park. It was a night game. I remember being a kid and walking up to this gigantic stadium and seeing the black night sky contrast with the bright white floodlights. I looked down and saw what seemed an army of Evertonians, the predominant colour being blue, and then this bright green turf. Z Cars hit, and as the players emerged from the dugout, Goodison erupted! I was in awe! I cannot remember who we were playing or what the score was, I was probably too young, but I remember that night. From then on nothing else mattered, I was an Evertonian. Since then I've seen us play countless times at Goodison, followed us all over the country and to Europe. I've had so many amazing nights at Goodison, triumph and tragedy, jubilation and despair; each occurrence injecting its own unique signature into my royal blue DNA, but nothing compares to that first time going the game with my dad. I'm 28 now and looking forward to taking my nephew or even my own son or daughter to their first game and welcoming them to the biggest family on Merseyside.
Martin Wells It's not a particular game, it's the moment you take your children and now the grandchildren to the game for the first time and the, "Wow dad" or "wow papa" comment and the look on their face!
For me, that's like Christmas......they will all be Evertonians. My granddaughter as we walked out... "When can I come again".
I've been to Goodison more than any other single place in my life.
COYB.
Darren The best memory apart from the Bayern Munich match is against Coventry when we put six past them and Bob Latchford and Dave Thomas were unstoppable . As a young kid I had never seen a team so much better than their opponents.
Mark Kerry I took my Nan to the Duncan Ferguson testimonial. Despite us losing she had one of the best days she's ever had. From a fantastic meal to Graham Stuart taking extratime out to have a long conversation with her (she later admitted she had a bit of a crush on Graham). Unfortunately she passed away 18 months later but spoke about how it was one of the best days she's ever had.
David Unsworth For my 11th birthday back in 1986 my sister's then-boyfriend took me to see us versus Spurs when Peter Reid scored. Walking up the stairs at the back of the Gwladys Street to the noise of the crowd was mesmerising. My sister married her boyfriend and we still go the game together 31 years later. 
Raymond McNally My first game at Goodison was not Everton it was the English League v Irish League in 1948/9, I played truant from school I was 14 years old, the team as far as I can remember was Swift, Scott, Hardwick, Wright, Franklin, Dickinson, Finney, Carter, Lawton, Mannion and Kippax who was an amateur with Burnley. The only player I remember from the Irish team was Kelly the goalkeeper, he cut his arm while making a save and his shirt ended up almost as the red shirt of Swift. I was a Tranmere Rovers fan at the time but when I saw the awesome size of the ground I was converted to an Everton supporter and have been so ever since. My first game cost me sixpence in the Boys' Pen in the Gwladys Steet. I have seen many wonderful games at Goodison: first division Championships, the World Cup games and I was lucky enough to get a World Cup final ticket so I saw both my teams win at Wembley in 1966. There's lots of other memories like the win down at Norwich when Pat Van Den Hauwe scored the winner to win the title, winning the the title at Goodison against Fulham. I could go on and on about all the good players we had over the years. COYB.
Jim Caulfield My daughter and I, slowly climbing the stairs to our seats in Upper Bullens, were joined by a TV commentator on his way to the gantry in the sky! "Have you heard the news - Rooney's not travelled, not playing". "Well, we've not much up front today (it was one of those Cahill/Fellaini strikeforce days) it'll be a low score, then". "Maybe, he replied, might even be a 0-0". How we chuckled on the way home - 3-3 it finished!
Peter Norris Winning the 1995 FA Cup against Man United and to be there for the match with my nine-year-old son to see his first Cup final. A great day. 
Pete Williamson It was a Boxing Day game against Burnley in the early sixties, the crowd was huge and my friends and my cousin queued at the Gwladys Street in one of those queues that went backwards and forwards with mounted police keeping control. Eventually we got to the gate, paid and went through. Unfortunately the gate was closed before my cousin could get in, so we got hold of his arms and pulled him across the gate, a policeman then got hold of his feet and a to and fro was eventually won by us. Luckily it did not affect my cousin's ability to have children!
The bad news is we lost a good match and I think Andy Lockheed scored the winner.
Stephen Wilkes Everton v Bayern Munich, Cup Winners' Cup semi-final, 3-1 to the Blues. Fantastic atmosphere, I was 24 years old at the time.
Amanda J Young 19 September 2003, when I got married in the Alex Young suite! Hubby meeting Dave Hickson made his day!!
Our daughter was born in 2007 and her name is Kara Alex Young! She is a Toffee through and through and is a Season Ticket holder!
Michael Davies Seeing Ian Snodin walking up the steps of Wembley Stadium in 1995. He signed my programme for me but it was a fibre nib pen on a glossy surface so it rubbed and smudged. I was gutted. The Cup win soon fixed that!

Everton v Wimbledon - loads of fans in the trees of Stanley Park watching the match as the Park End had been knocked down.
Raymond Miller I was in Gwladys Street when Franz Beckenbauer scored against Lev Yashin in 1966. I was in the same spot when Alan Ball got the FA Cup fifth round winner against that lot in 1968. But of all my memories, I think my favourite one is of a little kid running onto the pitch. He ran towards Alan Ball, chased by a bobby. Bally picked him up, steered him away from the copper and carried him back to his dad in the Paddock. That's why we loved the man so much. They broke the mould when they made Bally.
Johnny Sykes I met my wife through going to watch Everton. We had a local supporters' club set up in 1995 and we got together after meeting on the coach going to games and through a love of Everton FC. We got married in 2004 and now have two kids (aged seven and nine) both Evertonians and one is now a Season Ticket holder.
Andrew Stewart When I was 17 I got a job working at the stadium stocking up the bars as I could not afford a Season Ticket and it was the only way for me to get to see all the games (even though it wasn't strictly in my job description to watch the match). On my first day some of the lads I was going to be working with showed me around Goodison, an unofficial tour which included a trip down the tunnel. Obviously I was massively excited to be getting to see behind the scenes of the Grand Old Lady and could not take the grin off my face.

Just when I did not think my new job could get any better, Dave Hickson appeared. I should mention that Mr Hickson was my granddad's all-time favourite player and as such had a special reputation in our family (bearing in mind my granddad had also seen Dixie Dean, Pele, the Holy Trinity and that great team of the '80s all play at Goodison). Mr Hickson was working at the ground doing the stadium tours at that time. Completely awe struck I nudged one of my new colleagues and quietly alerted him to the fact the Everton legend had just entered the tunnel. To my disbelief the lad looked up and shouted out at the great man, "Hiya Dave, my Aunty Helen says ta for them curtains - they go great in her living room".  "Not a problem, glad she liked them" came the reply. I was then introduced to Mr Hickson and it was explained to him that it was my first day and that I was a mad Evertonian. Mr Hickson then spent the next hour - his lunch hour - giving me a personal tour of the changing rooms and lounges that even included playing Z Cars as I walked up the famous steps onto the pitch. I couldn't wait to get home and tell my granddad.

I cannot tell you how much the memories of that day mean to me, especially as unfortunately we have now lost both my granddad and Mr Hickson. What struck me was that Dave Hickson is not just revered as a great of Everton Football Club because of his abilities and efforts on the pitch, he lived Everton and would do anything and everything for its fans. A true gentleman of football. It is people like him who have made Goodison Park a great place, through actions and attitudes on and off the pitch, and we need people like him to make any future home of our club equally special. 
Terry Craven I was lucky enough to attend the Everton v Manchester United game in August 1962, Denis Law was making his debut. We had just won at Burnley the Saturday before. It was the season we won the league. There was only one team in it, we beat them 3-1. The highlight was a wonder goal by Alex Parker, our right-back. To an 11 year old it seemed he scored from the right wing halfway line. The orange ball flew past David Gaskell, the United goalie. However, the thing that my abiding memory is of two supporters, one calling Denis Law "Denise" throughout, with another calling him Mario Lanza and giving a rendition of an opera song because Denis Law had just returned from Italy. This was my first experience of Scouse wit and of course the magnificence of EFC. 
Jake Clark Standing on the advertising boards at the end of the FA Cup replay against Liverpool with my mates as a 13 year old. I'd never heard Goodison so loud. Everyone must of stayed 10 minutes in the ground singing. Walking down the road to meet me dad and everyone was screaming Dan Gosling's name. 
Derek T Price My first match at Goodison was in, I think, November 1954 against Bolton Wanderers. I cannot remember much about it other than Nat Lofthouse becoming my boyhood hero.
All my family were Liverpool supporters except me. I recall my friend's father knocking on our door asking my father if I would like to accompany him, his son Stan (my friend) and his Uncle Arthur to the match. My father told me, "Okay, you can go, but I don't think you'll like it!". Well, I've been going ever since and have been a Season Ticket Holder for God knows how many years. I was also a Lounge member for a few years before I retired.
Anthony Taylor Mine's going to my first game on me own. I cannot remember the year but I was front row, top balcony and always just remember Preki on the wing going up and down. I think we won 1-0. Another memory is staying up against Coventry and just sitting in my seat in the Lower Gwladys, crying when everyone ran on to the pitch. Also taking my son to his first game - Duncan Ferguson's testimonial and him watching Ferguson play just as I did as a kid.
Lee Jones  Took my son Harry to his first Everton game s Arsenal, it was coming to the end of the game so I told him we have to go now and get the bus. He said, "But I haven't seen any goals". Within seconds Andy Johnson smashed the ball home. All the Evertonians around us were hugging my son saying, "We scored because of you". He was three back then and he's been an Evertonian ever since.
Paul Wood Everton v Bayern Munich - Cup Winners' Cup semi-final.
Everton v Man Utd winning 5-0.
Everton v QPR to win the League.
Colin Banner My first match with my brother, father and grandfather. Upper Gwladys Street, 1959 v Sheff Wed, we won 4-2, I think. How green the grass was...magic!
Kenneth Blackledge I married Yvonne on 17 July 1982 at St Luke's church next to Goodison. Reverend Harry Ross took the service and the reception was in the 300 Club, as the Alex Young suite was known then. Many wedding photos were taken in the stadium, it certainly was a memorable day for me. One other memory was when my Irish father-in-law, who had invited all his friends, asked the caterer if the six Bushmill whiskeys he asked for were there. He was told the bottles were ready. "SIX CRATES, IT WAS," he roared, and the meal did not start until they arrived! 
Lee Donaghy Flying home from Gibraltar where I was based with the Royal Navy, just to attend the Wimbledon game in 1994, then flying back the next day! Worth every penny, even if it was nearly a month's wages!
Stephen Walker My all-time favourite memory is when my young cousin got to be mascot at the Arsenal game this season. It was the best experience of my life. The 4-0 win against Manchester City was also a great game, especially with Tom Davies and Ademola Lookman scoring.
Jim Winstanley My wife Angie and I celebrating our wedding in what was then the Everton 300 Club at Goodison Park in May 1979.
Stella Read Standing in the Lower Bullens in the early '80s against Bayern Munich and the goalkeeper wore yellow! Such a difference from the usual green every keeper wore. Fab game, fab season, fab team.
Simon Whitbread 2005 v Manchester United. When I was 17, sitting front row of the Gwlady Street. The crowd that night was unforgettable, then when Duncan Ferguson scored with the header Everton fans ran to the front and jumped all over us as we celebrated. It was my favourite game of my life. Goodison was rocking.
William Waldron Bob Latchford scoring his 30th goal against Chelsea.
Everton beating Watford in the 1984 FA Cup final.
Winning the Cup Winners' Cup in 1985.
Winning the league in 1985.
Winning the FA Cup in 1995.
Rue No standout memory - I could easily give platitudes about how seeing 'the lush green grass of Goodison for the first time brought a tear to my eye'. Put simply, every experience at Goodison is a new memory, something to savour, something to moan about, something to celebrate - it's the life of a football fan.
Barry Owens Taking my son to his first game in the Lower Gwladys Street End and now going to every home game with my son, brother and nephew #myevertonfamily.
Brian Williams Two standout memories for me. One was when I won a charity raffle on Radio City (Children In Need, I think) while I was working offshore on an oil platform in Liverpool Bay. I won the seventh signed shirt by Paul Gascoigne on the day he joined the Blues, a signed team photo, and two balls signed by the Everton players and the opposition players on the day of the game (Spurs). I also got to attend the game with three friends which included a pre=match meal, a tour of the dressing room and photos on the pitch. I had my photo taken in the players' tunnel below the sign, too. Something I'll never forget. I have Gazza's signed, framed shirt up in my study at home to this day.

My other great memory is of the night game against Bayern Munich in the Cup Winners' Cup (how many pick that, I wonder). It was the best atmosphere of ANY game I've been to, including all the Wembley finals I've been to with the Blues. Despite going 1-0 down I just knew we'd win, there was no way we couldn't. I missed the final as I was offshore and would have lost my job if I'd have been sick (again) to attend an Everton game. I'm retired now so don't have to worry about that.
Joanne Curtis My earliest memories of going to Goodison were the night games, the atmosphere was (and still is amazing) but to a seven-year-old girl being taken to the match on a school night by my dad was special. We use to park in a local pub, have a drink, walk over to the ground and from the distance you could see the floodlights of Goodison. The nearer you got, the noise of the crowds, being treated to a spring roll at the chippy opposite and then into the ground to take our seats, sing 'It's A Grand Old Team' and eat Everton Mints. These are memories I will never forget and ones that I have recreated for my two children who are now 21 and 25!

The most special memory was the game when Bob Latchford scored his 30th league goal against Chelsea when we beat them 6-0. I remember the football was fast, tackles were hard and our players gave everything. Me and my dad sat in the Main Stand, the atmosphere was electric before kick-off and at the end of the game we sang all the way home. I continued to go the game home and away with my dad until he suddenly passed away four years ago. Goodison holds such a special place in my heart as it was the time that I got to spend with my dad, just me and him and of course 30,000 other Evos! I love the Club and will miss Goodison when we move.
Anne Davies My first memory of Goodison Park was when I went to my first match with my uncle in April 1967. I was aged 12 and when I walked up to our seats in Bullens Road I was totally mesmerised by the colour - the pitch was so green and our royal blue colours were gleaming. I had only seen matches on a black and white telly before. The experience was just magical. My other precious memory was a Wednesday evening in 1970 when Dad and I did our own lap of honour round the ground before the West Brom game. We were going to be presented with the trophy as league champions. Dad and I walked arm in arm round the stadium. So proud of our club.
John Munro Going to my first game in April 1951 v Aston Villa. Although we lost and did get relegated that season, I was hooked on Goodison and have been ever since. We had only just moved to Bootle from Aberdeen and I remember asking my dad why we went to watch Everton. Dad was a footballer in Aberdeen and he just replied they always try to play football, simple as that. I love the fact that I now take eight grandchildren and three children with me to every home game. Those memories will always be with me.
John Platania The feeling I get every single time I walk up the stairs to my seat in the Lower Gwladys, the same passionate faces and voices I've heard for the last 20-odd years. Everybody to a man/woman only wants Everton to win. But Big Dunc's header v Manchester United at the Gwladys Street End to basically secure us fourth place under Moyes....wow! The atmosphere and the noise that night is giving me goose pimples as I write this - the Old Lady was rocking.
David Fernandez My first game at Goodison on the last day of the 1977/78 season - Big Bob (Latchford) needed three more goals to get to 30 in the season. I went with my dad and grandad - we sat in the Upper Gwladys Street. Everton 6 Chelsea 0 - brilliant. I remember getting told off by the bloke behind me when Bob was about to take his penalty because I was stood on my chair!
David Foster Greatest Goodison memory would probably have to be Lee Carsley getting us the winner in the Merseyside Derby during the 2004/2005 season. I remember the atmosphere in the Gwladys Street when he put that one away.
Michael Gittins When Joel (Robles) had to chase the cat off the pitch. Never have I experienced such sheer joy and excitement in the stands of Goodison Park. The terraces erupted in unison as the cat made his way from the goal line to the stands. Like Oumar Niasse, the cat captured the hearts of all in the stadium that day and it is certainly a match I'll never forget. 
Steve Mahon I was the youngest in a family of five and, like many Liverpool families, it was split down the middle - two Reds and two Blues. When I was the last to arrive my Dad, who was a Red, took me to Anfield for my first match when I was seven. Dave Hickson was playing for them and my Dad even bought me a red kit! It was okay but my brother Colin kept telling me he would sneak me out to Goodison and I'd see a proper ground! He was friends with Andy Rankin who just lived around the corner. One evening when everyone else was out he said, "Right, get your coat, we're going to see Andy play for the reserves". We got the bus and then he carried me on his shoulders the rest of the way from Southport Road. As we got closer I could see these towering floodlights and then the stands came into view. We went in and as I got to the top of the steps of the Gwladys Street the panorama in front of me just took my breath away; the beautiful green, the dazzling floodlights and the stands all around. I was converted immediately. The game was against Stoke City and ended in a draw but I just floated back home and there was an inquest when I got home. "Sorry Dad but I'm a Blue now!" I don't think he ever forgave me but my Mum was delighted!
Paul As an eleven-year-old back in 1967, I lived in the Lake District and used to stay with my uncle during school holidays in order to go to matches. He lived in a house in Arrowe Park, Birkenhead, a few doors away from Brian Labone. My uncle worked in Liverpool, so I would often have to take the bus and ferry to the ground and meet him outside the Oak on County Road. One particular night match, Brian Labone offered to take me to the ground in his club car. As we entered Goodison Road, the crowds parted and Brian pulled up in a segregated area beside the players' entrance. A man in uniform came over and took the keys to move the car to the players' car park. As I got out of the car, Brian handed me a ticket, and went into the ground. The guy in the uniform then moved a barrier to let me out into the crowd. As I passed through I was mobbed by the autograph hunters who assumed I was either related to Brian, or one of the clu'bs young apprentices. I'm ashamed to say I signed a few of the books, rather enjoying my five minutes of fame!
Doug Best I remember Ted Sagar and others coming back to the team after the war, and it was a lot better with them playing in it. We started to win games. 
Wayne Ellis My best memory was my wedding day back in June 2008 at Goodison. The best day ever and I even got to walk in to Z Cars and got pictures taken in the changing roons with players' shirts.
Kevin Evans My first game as a Season Ticket Holder in the Upper Gwladys. It was against Wigan on the opening day of the 2007/08 season and we won 2-1 (Osman and Anichebe).
Stephen Radford Simple one, really. Back in the days of terraces, meeting up with all your friends and getting to the ground hours before kick-off, just to get a good 'spec' so you could see the game. Also, the first time I took my eldest daughter to the match, then a couple of years later my younger daughter. Having something to share and enjoy with them both. Can't beat it!
Peter Matthews In 1946 my father was demobbed from the Army and one of the first things he did was to take me to Goodison Park. We went to see a friendly match between Everton and a Lancashire XI to raise funds for the reconstruction of Old Trafford which had been bombed in the war. We stood behind the Gwladys Street goal. Unfortunately, I can't remember the names of many of the players, but of the few I do remember (none from the Lancashire XI) were Sagar, Boyes, Wainwright and, possibly, Stevenson. The final score was 1-1 with Lancashire scoring at the Gwladys Street End. It was a lovely sunny day and this was going to be the first of many visits to Goodison. Have I really been supporting EFC for 71 years? I now take my own children and grandchildren, but to the Paddock not Gwladys Street! My dad had supported EFC since WW1 when he was taken along by his stepfather. His favourite players, besides the peerless Dixie, were Tommy Lawton and Bobby Parker. Dad lived long enough to see the Blues win the FA Cup in 1995. NSNO.
Thomas Cowin I have many memorable memories being at Goodison Park, however a recent experience of having the chance to play at the Old Lady, and score at the Gwladys Street End is just something I will treasure for the rest of my life.
Trevor Ball My oldest memory of Goodison is my cousin, Alan Ball, scoring a 25-yarder against Newcastle Utd in October 1971. It was my first game at Goodison. I'll never forget that as he said to me before the game, "I'll stick one in for you today".
Bobby Parry THE GRAND OLD LADY SINGS! Self-penned poem.
In 1892, purpose-built for us, serving royal blue, from then and unto thus.
A Grand Old Lady stands, just north of Stanley Park, built with godly hands, illuminating dark.
Our home is Goodison, we tired of old Anfield, it's where it all begun, the glory years revealed.
A title win was first, before we left the hut, to always quench a thirst, and bust a red gut.
Forever we can say, we won the league there, mate, before we got away, we closed the rusty gate.
So Gwladys was our Mam, we stood as we obeyed, our butties made with spam, to watch a sport displayed.
August twenty four, events and a display, before the mighty roar, enthralled the Blues to play.
The first game to be played, was Bolton was 4-2, the message was relayed, our colours salmon, blue.
But this was just a game, an exhibition match, the league was not the same, the salmons were a catch.
The first game in the league, was Forest and we drew, the Nottingham fatigue, resulted in 2-2. Our quest for victory, was brought by Newton Heath, be banged in six for glee, a kick in glory's teeth!
So we spent a grand, we had our saintly home, surrounded by a stand, was built in part like Rome.
A fortress for the team, a cauldron to oppose, living in the dream, the teams we beat we chose.
In 1895, the Bullens Road was built, the Toffees they would strive, erecting on a stilt.
A double decker stand, was added in '06, the Gwladys Street at hand, was built with wood and bricks. An upper tier for view, with terrace underneath, enticed a brand of blue, for them they would bequeath.
Later in '09, a stand on Goodison Road, was really looking fine, at our new abode. The 'Mauretania Stand', was likened to a ship, grey cement and sand, making us look hip.
Then in '26, the Paddock was complete, was built with stone and sticks, the ground almost complete. 1931, the dugouts were installed, a feature we would don, the best ground it was called.
Greats like Dixie Dean, played the game football, looking so pristine, god had come to call.
1938, the stand was made two tier, looking really great, the view it was so clear. A home to make us proud, the best ground in the world, attracted some old crowd, with banners they unfurled.
1940 came, along with Hitler's bomb, trying to wreck the game, with hits that were aplomb.
The Gwladys Street was hit, by Hitler's war machine, reduced in parts to grit, we had to set the scene. Repairs at such a cost, but Gwladys wore a smile, the Germans they were tossed, we beat them by a mile.
In 1963, the Paddock got a roof, to keep the wind from thee, the trick was not to hoof. Upper Bullens Stand, trusses so unique, rails to use by hand, another kind of tweak. A School of Science formed, a Holy Trinity, their football always stormed, the way was meant to be.
1957, another special year, floodlights brought from heaven, instigating cheer. Then in '58, the soil beneath our feet, was laying just to wait, as we turned on the heat. The Mersey Millionaires, the name that we were known, we didn't have the chairs, instead we had a throne.
A Golden Vision man, aka the Golden Ghost, immortalised a fan, the one's we held the most. A facelift was imposed, in 1970, the question being posed, we've got our history.
1971, we got our first scoreboard, another second to none, the fans they would applaud. Southampton beat 8-0, the scoreboard could not cope, no space for us to fill, the scorers with such hope.
The stadium complete, the Park End up to scratch, another first-time feat, we started with a match. A commentator's dream, to perch up in a box, the mighty football scream, as legends rolled their socks.
1988, Enclosure it would change, seating which was great, sometimes feeling strange. 1989, a tragedy would strike, we had to draw the line, with seating like for like. The atmosphere would stall, but safety was put first, with one eye on the ball, the city had been cursed. Our friends across the park would suffer such a loss, the sky above was dark, the game had lost its gloss.
The angels who had died, whilst watching just a game, looked down as we all cried. But we are Merseyside, standing toe to toe, sharing dual pride, we let the whole world know.
Gwladys she was tired, the tears upon her face, loyalty required, we became a brace. 1991, the last game stood on foot, the terraces had gone, to bed they had been put. 1994, the Park End was reborn, with those that went before, a sort of brand new dawn.
A holy ground indeed, we even have a church, with St Luke in the feed, our faith we'll not besmirch. So Gwladys she will smile, Old Lady's looking swell,
Long live Everton, long live Goodison Park, long before I'm gone, I'm glad I've made my mark. The elder lady's voice has weathered like her face, but we have got the choice, our home is this great place!
It looks as though we might, pursue another move, such a change is right, 'cos we've got points to prove. Old Lady she won't die, she'll soon replace her frown. Get behind this scheme, it's got to be so good. We will improve our team, to be the best we could. A brand new football ground, will see us reach the heights, our glory will be found, a loss for all Kopites!
Paul Rowland In the early 1960s, everything seemed to be in black and white. The newspapers, the two TV channels, British feature films and even the Liver Building was jet black!

On Saturday 10 November 1962, I was taken to Goodison Park for the very first time. We walked along Gwladys Street, passing all the turnstiles as I kept asking, "Do we go in here?," until we eventually got to the Boys' Pen located in, what is now, the corner of the Lower Gwladys Street near to Bullens Road. We were charged 6d, or 2.5p in current money, to get in. Then, having passed through the area behind the pen, we emerged into the bright November sunlight to a view that was definitely not black and white but, in fact, the glorious Technicolor arena that was Goodison. I took in the sights that bombarded my eyes. The blue of the famous Archibald Leitch criss-cross pattern so prominent on the stands, the white walls surrounding the pitch with the letters of the alphabet to show the half-time scores and, most outstanding of all, the vivid green of the grass with the perfectly-marked out white lines.

And then the teams emerged. The Royal Blue of Everton seemed much more "blue" than any blue football shirt you could buy at that time and to contrast this we were playing Blackpool in their vibrant tangerine jerseys. What an explosion of colours. It was fantastic and better than anything I could have imagined. What about the score? We won 5-0 with two of the goals from one of my all-time heroes, Alex Young. I always said I was born a blue and that day was my confirmation.
Brian Phythian My first game was as a 13-year-old in September 1960 against West Ham United, winning 4-1, taken by a friend's father. I was determined to watch the Blues until they won the league title and FA Cup - and I didn't to wait long for them to achieve it.
Watching my favourite player, The Golden Vision, score the only goal against Spurs in April 1963 to clinch the title. Taking my son to his first game in Aug 1988 against Newcastle when Tony Cottee, on his debut, scored a hat-trick in a 4-0 win. Remembering Howard Kendall signing in March 1967, and playing a few games, and not having a great impact, before the season closed - thinking he did show signs of being a good player; little did I realise just how good he would be. I'm now 70 years old - there are so many great memories!
Linda Kirby

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My husband Dave Kirby was a lifelong Everton fan. He died four years ago. He had Alzheimer's and could not remember anyone most of the time. But when he took part in the Everton Bringing The Memories Day, he was sitting at a table when Derek Temple walked in - and up he got and shouted his name. We were all in tears and I have pics of him with Derek. Thanks to Everton that was one of the best days he had before he died so when I found out about the Goodison Granite I was waiting on the phone the day they went on sale. His grandchildren who live in Iceland go and see his granite every time they come to Liverpool.
Peter Blennarhassett

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Our granite is in memory of my late father, Francis Blennarhassett. When my dad passed away I told my now late mum about the granite and we agreed to purchase one in his memory. I remember how pleased and emotional she was when she first saw it and I know it was a great source of comfort to her that he is remembered at his beloved Goodison Park.

He was a fanatical Evertonian and we had Season Tickets together for many years in the Lower Bullens and travelled to many away grounds together. I have some of the best memories of my life watching Everton with him, particularly watching Howard Kendall's great '80s team. We witnessed a bit of history back then, when I was 10 years old. I was lucky enough to be mascot against Chesterfield in the Milk Cup and we drew 2-2 in front of Everton's then lowest-ever home attendance. We were struggling and Howard was under a lot of pressure. We were talking to him after the game in the Main Stand tunnel when an Everton official said to Howard that some fans where demonstrating outside the stadium. Howard looked at me and said, "Don't worry, son, we're signing Andy Gray soon". We did and we never looked back! My dad used to love telling that story to everyone!

I am still a Season Ticket holder and it's nice that I get to show my kids his memorial at Goodison and it means a lot that I get to touch his name before every home game.
Frank Keegan Frank Keegan Senior was born in 1924, the son of an Evertonian. He was my father. Sadly, Frank Senior died in 1957 when I was five years old. Shortly after his death I found a scrapbook he had kept with his brother who was the red sheep of the family! I was looking at a page which had two team photos; one in blue and the other in red when my mother asked which one I supported. Without waiting for a reply she added that if I wanted my dad to be proud I should support the team in blue. I became an Evertonian that day.

I started going every home game in the Boys' Pen, getting my first Season Ticket in the Lower Bullens in 1964. On 30 August 1974 my wife went into labour. The following day Everton were at home to Middlesbrough and I had not missed a home in those 13 years. With the birth not imminent I went the match, leaving instructions for the hospital to contact my mother-in-law when the birth was close and for her then to contact Goodison to put an announcement over the tannoy. The announcement came with Everton one up. I raced to Ormskirk Hospital, I had time to get the gown on and was there for the delivery of my daughter. With the scarf I was wearing Amy-Jane was "christened" an Evertonian.

When my son Christian was born in 1980, the family tradition was continued and he was "christened" with the same scarf. In 1986 they both became Season Ticket holders. Both have been mascots and Christian has continued as a Season Ticket holder with me ever since. Christian became a father himself and on their birth they, too, were "christened with my old scarf. There has been a Keegan at Goodison almost since it was built and hopefully for a long time yet!
Stuart McIntosh

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My grandfather, Tom, was Everton Secretary-Manager from 1919 until his death in 1935. He signed W.R. 'Dixie' Dean and was at the helm for much success, including the 1933 Cup final.

My father, Ian, was an avid Evertonian and attended the 1966 Cup victory. Sadly, he died in 1968. My mother, Joy, picked up the baton. She and I have been Season Ticket holders since 1971 and attended the Cup victories in 1984 and 1995. I was at Rotterdam, too, in 1985.

My son Tom has been attending games since he was seven, is a Season Ticket holder and attended the Cup final in 2009. Four generations about to commemorate a century of support at Goodison Park - granite like!
Ken Jones Our granite inscription reads: "Ken, Ari, Chris. Holyhead Blues." I needed to get so much information through in so few characters. So me, as Ken, and my two sons Ari and Chris get mentions, and it was so important to express where we were from, and are prepared to travel from every game. We also had the commemorative framed copy of the granite, and this has pride of place in my front room where it brings a smile to my face every day!
Tim O'Shea My mother passed away just before the granites were released and I wanted to get one as a permanent reminder of her. It bears her name, is a play on words, and includes our motto. It reads, "Patricia O'Shea, Nisi Optimum". She was "nothing but the best mum" I could ever have wished for. 
Martin Bell My dad (George Bell) has been watching Everton since the early 1950s, enjoying the rise of some great teams, including the formidable winning teams of the '60s, late '70s and mid '80s; all of which involved many trips down to Wembley, including the famous 1966 final.
His idol, as is to many who followed Everton in the '60s was the 'Golden Vision' Alex Young, whom he had the great pleasure to finally meet and chat to a few years before Alex's passing.

Dad took me to Goodison in the late '70s where we witnessed together such glorious occasions such as the Andy King goal v Liverpool and Big Bob's 30 league goals, sitting in the front row of the Park End stand with butties and a flask. Of course we then enjoyed the rise of HK's team through the mid '80s together.

At the age of 80, Dad still has a Season ticket in the Main Stand and will do for as long as his health permits him to get there.
So we wanted him to know and see that a plate with his name is part of the fabric of the place where he has shared the joy and the pain for the past 60-plus years with the Goodison faithful, something today which he is very proud of. 
David My grandad (b 1899) was a blue and lived on Muriel Street and went to Gwladys Street School. My dad was born in 1924 and is still with us. He remembers seeing Dixie Dean carrying the Cup in 1933 down Queens Drive in 1933 on a horse drawn carriage. After serving in the war as a submariner, he was offered a job with Rolls Royce in Barnoldswick. I was born in 1954 and my first game was away at Blackburn in the early sixties when Fred Pickering scored a hat-trick against us. I was delighted when we bought him and he is still my number one. I brought my two boys up (now 37 and 33) as Blues and the four grandchildren are the same. So that's five generations and as we all live in Barnoldswick. That's the reason for our granite inscription, "The Carson Family, Barnoldswick."
Mark Prescott My dad starting taking me to the games when i was little just as his dad did. He was living in Bodmin Road then and I used to get a little tour of where he used to live and meet some of his friends and family who were still around there. I used to love those trips and my dad is my true hero so when the granites came up I quickly got one for him and one for me which are side by side forever above the Goodison Road sign. It was a magical moment when I went with him to the match after our granites were up. Having done a trip after work to find where it was, I stopped on the way up to the ground and we looked at them all and he thought they were wonderful. I asked if he would have liked one and he said that he would have but he didn't know about them. So I moved away and pointed to them behind me and said, "Then you shall have one, Dad. Next to me." He doesn't often cry but he was welling up. I will never forget it.
Nick Callow I got the granite to surprise my dad who has taken me to the games since I was a child. We continue to go together and it was a nice memory to commemorate us going together, growing up together at Goodison which is the most important place to us and given us countless memories. It was a thank you for making me an Evertonian and taking me the game!
Gemma Vernon My dad was a lifelong Evertonian and managed amateur football teams all his life. Unfortunately, his life was cut short in 2006 at the tender age of 52 and I decided to immortalise him at his team's ground. He would have been absolutely chuffed to know he has a granite at Goodison. 
Helen Thomson  Our granite is in loving memory of our dad Paul Anthony Thomson, 1941-2013, who was a true blue as well as an amazing dad. His dad before him was a lifelong Evertonian and passed the torch to Dad who supported the Club his whole life and, in turn, raised me and my sister Rachel as Everton blue through and through. A key feature of our childhood was watching the match with Dad who had all kinds of rituals as to bring the boys good luck and hopefully a win.

When Dad died in 2013 after a courageous battle with leukaemia, we wanted to do something to both keep his memory alive and reflect his love of the Blues who were quite literally "his heart and in his soul". Knowing the granite is there among other Evertonians for us to visit and others to see, brings great comfort and we hope a big smile onto the face of Dad watching from above on his big blue cloud.  
Jenni Mountford My granite was bought in memory of my dad, who passed away in 2001. He introduced me to Everton, and first took me to Goodison as a child. I had some of my happiest memories there with him, it was our place together. Now when I go as an adult, and take my son, I feel there is a part of him there with us. 
Mrs J Stevens As a family we purchased three granites, one for my uncle Alf in Scotland - a HUGE blues fan who passed away in the '90s. His ashes are scattered at Goodison, too.

Secondly for my wonderful father-in-law Alec who was taken so suddenly from us in 2013.

Finally, my handsome little brother who died age nine. His funeral was held at St Luke's 30 years ago in January 1988. As a child I remember his funeral vividly and I always remember Everton players attending the service, especially Martin Keown and Kevin Sheedy as they were Neil's idols. I'll never forget how lovely they were on that day.

A granite was the perfect memorial to the three amigos who now sit proudly at Goodison.
Laura Smith I bought the granite with mine and my dad's name on for a Father's Day gift. My dad took me to my first game when I was only a toddler and went on to take me to my next hundred-odd games! He is the reason I'm an Evertonian and Goodison Park is where we spent many hours together when I was growing up.

I didn't tell him about it until it was installed and took him to see it as a surprise. It turned out to be one of my favourite days as we got a sneaky tour of the Grand Old Lady and even had a game of penalties in the Gwladys Street goal!
 

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