The Brilliance of Baines

An epiphany occurred over this weekend, it’s taken some time, but finally, the rest of the footballing world, ok, maybe not the world, but certainly this country has now seen how good a player Leighton Baines actually is. Ask any Everton fan and we would have told you this for probably the last 18 months, two years, if not longer, but others in the media have eventually caught onto just how good the 27 year old from Kirkby really is.

Everything about Baines is just class, both on and off the pitch. Unlike certain other left backs, it is unimaginable that you will never see Baines on Twitter, let him alone using any form social media to verbally abuse the powers that be at the FA. Even when the media were more than hinting that his so called homesickness was the reason that he was overlooked for the 2010 World Cup squad in favour of Stephen Warnock (he who is now on loan at a Championship club), Baines maintained his dignity and continued to play consistently well for Everton and only when selected for the squad for this summer’s European championships did he use his media interviews to set the story straight about the mythical homesickness stories.  

“'People who are gullible enough to believe everything they read, that's up to them. That summer I spent three weeks with Everton in Australia. I'd have much rather of spent those three or four weeks at a World Cup. It wasn't to be. But, as I say, if [homesickness] was ever an issue, I wouldn't have been away with the club that long.”

Would Mr A Cole take such an omission from the squad in quite the same, mild mannered way? Methinks not!

You won’t see Baines falling out of nightclubs at all hours of the morning, he is far happier going  to concerts, even if as Marouane Fellaini said recently he has the worst choice in music of the team!! w From what I know I don’t think he has, Leighton is our music aficionado. He is a family man too who still goes around to his mum’s for his Sunday dinner when he can. I once saw him in Starbucks by our work with his eldest lad (his mini me) and absolutely no one battered an eyelid when he walked in (apart from me, of course, took all my restraint not to go over and say hello), he was just a normal dad taking his son (named Lennon, ode to his excellent musical taste maybe?) for a drink and a cake.

On the field, he is anything but normal, he has grown into easily the best left back I’ve seen at Goodison, I saw something on Twitter about him the other day saying that he’d even fit in playing with 84-85 squad. Can’t get much more of a compliment than that really. The partnership he has struck up with Steven Pienaar is one of the best, if not the best in the Premier League.  At times their link up is so instinctive it is almost telepathic. Sitting further back in the away end at the DW on Saturday, I was pretty much in line with the left side and at times in the second half it really was a joy to watch those two play, you could see how well they really do work as a duo and not just offensively, as Pienaar doesn’t shirk when it comes to helping out Baines when we’re defending either. But going forward is when the pair are at their exciting best, the first goal in the recent game against Newcastle was a perfect example of this, not many left backs would ever be found in the opposition’s penalty area that many times a season as Baines is in most games.  Baines’ is up and down that left touchline so much during games that there mustn’t a blade of grass he hasn’t touched he could easily be classed as a left midfield. His delivery from both open play and set pieces is at times just undefendable, it is no wonder he is at the top of the chances created charts.Opponents know how much of a threat our left side is and do try to nullify that side of our team but despite this the duo have so far scored three goals between them and assisted 6 for the likes of Jelavic and Fellaini. His penalty taking ability for an Englishman is outstanding – 9 out of 9 in the Premier League now and he's not a bad free kick taker either, Chelsea in the FA Cup will always be one of my favourite goals, couldn’t have timed the goal any better or have put it in that top corner anymore perfectly, proper postage stamp job. . Unlike so many modern day attacking left or right backs, Baines can actually defend too. Many times he has got in last ditch tackles, blocks or defended the goal-line from corners; he can perform both roles of a modern day full back equally as well.

International recognition has been achieved by Baines now, long overdue in my opinion after the ridiculous homesickness stories, but he never seems to be the same player when he dons the England shirt, maybe that is because he lacks a bit of confidence, he is seen to be a quiet lad, but as my cousin’s husband said when he managed Baines for his under 14 team and appointed him captain “he was quiet compared to most, but when he spoke, the other lads listened and would do what Bainesy said” Maybe he’s read and believes the media reports on him who always seem to spell it out that he is a good cover for Cole but no more than that. If England played to his strengths by actually passing to him when he’s made one of his trademark runs forward then maybe the media would see that he is at least equal to Cole. Although to me he is much more than Cole’s equal, not just because of how he plays on the pitch but how he is off the pitch, if more players were like Leighton, maybe footballers would have a far better reputation that what they have now. England may fail to appreciate what they have in Baines, but he’s got not concerns about being unappreciated at Goodison, we know we are lucky to have the Premier League’s best left back playing for us.

Hillsborough - Merseyside United

April 15^th 1989, is a date that will never be forgotten in the city of Liverpool. Everyone will remember where they were on that fateful day when 96 Liverpool fans went to the match to support their team like thousands of other fans did on that sunny Saturday spring afternoon, except those 96 men, women and children never came back home.

I was  just 7 back then and can remember bits of that day so vividly. It was one of the last times I can remember watching anything with my dad before his death later that year as we followed his weekly Saturday ritual of watching Grandstand. My auntie Kathleen was in ours and she’d bought me a gold sparkly address book, I was sitting with her asking her where she lived so I could wrire her address in my new book. I can remember so clearly seeing a picture on the telly of an ambulance being driven onto the pitch (later we’d find out that this was the one and only ambulance that ever made on to the pitch that day). My mum and dad talking about it while Kathleen distracted me from looking at the scenes on the TV by helping write more addresses into the book. When my brother phoned on his way home from our semi final at Villa Park, I remember waiting not so patiently on the ledge by the meter cupboard in our hall for my chance to speak to him (this was back in the days before cordless phones), obviously my mum or dad, can’t remember which one was telling him about what had happened in Sheffield and confirming the reports they’d heard about deaths were sadly true. When I got my chance to speak I asked him if he’d saw the ambulance on the pitch, and had Everton  had an ambulance on the pitch too and I said it was there because there’d been a fight and people were going to hospital. The innocence of youth, eh?

It was only much later, once I really started going to the match that I begun to understand what really happened that day. Although I think I knew well before then that this was something serious and wasn't a fight like my innocent 7 year self thought, as our ex neighbours nephew was sadly one of the 96 victims. She would sometimes come into ours to talk to mum about it, I think I just picked up on her anger and upset that this was no fight or accident.

In school as part of our English GCSE we had to do an assignment on the role media plays in social events and our group was given Hillsborough. Only then did I really discover so many shocking revelations that to me proved this was one of the biggest injustices ever to happen in this country:- the 3.15pm cut off point in which the coroner had declared that all fans had died by, despite testimony to the contrary,  the fact dozens of ambulances were lined up outside the ground but were not allowed on to the pitch to treat the injured and the dying, South Yorkshire Police attempting to apportion blame to the Liverpool fans for the tragedy by saying they were mounting a pitch invasion, arriving ticketless and drunk, the Sun newspaper and their infamous headline and all other shocking and upsetting facts that even at the age of 14/15 made me feel a huge sense of injustice of behalf of the victims and their families.  Maybe because I had an interest in the topic or had a knowledge of how football fans and specifically those hailing from Liverpool were perceived in the media, I really put such an effort into this particular assignment as I wanted to make sure I showed that the media, the written media especially were wrong with their opinions on the cause of this tragedy, my efforts paid off as I received one of the highest marks our school ever had for any coursework piece, not just an English one.

If as a schoolgirl I could see that the findings from the original enquiry didn’t add up and the media reports were certainly not true, surely those in power would see this, they did eventually, but I never expected that it would take until September 2012 for the truth, the real truth that everyone in the city of Liverpool has known since April 1989 to finally be revealed.  The fact that is has taken over two decades for this truth to be made public angers and saddens me so much. In that time the families and the supporters of the Justice for the 96 campaign have fought with such amazing dignity and pride to eventually be told that their husbands, wives, sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunties and friends were conclusively not to blame and the disaster was a failure in police control, things that we all knew from days after the tragedy.

The revelations from last Wednesday’s report were even more heartbreaking, shocking and unforgivable than I think anyone ever imagined they would be. It was very hard for me and a couple of friends being in work reading updates via Twitter of the findings, particularly hard as one the girls was actually there on that day and if wasn’t for the fact she was wearing flat shoes so couldn’t see and moved to one of the emptier side pens where she thought she’d stand a better chance of seeing the game, she would have more than likely have been one of those in the central pens. It was so hard for all of us not to cry hearing about how maybe some of the fans may have been able to have been saved if proper medical treatment had been allowed on to the pitch and how the South Yorkshire Police treated the dead – testing even the kids for alcohol to try to blame them as the cause of the tragedy is nothing short of disgraceful. Not one of those fans deserved to be treated like that and I sincerely hope that the justice that those 96 fully deserve is delivered a hell of a lot quicker than the truth did. No football fan should ever go to the match to support their team with their family or their mates and not come back home with them.

As emotional as I was on Wednesday, I was also filled with a huge sense of pride. Proud of a city, one that is usually so, so divided when it comes to its football allegiances, but one that came together to stand united for those 96 victims and their relatives. People can say what they like about us scousers and football fans, and they usually do, but I really believe no other city would stand as one like both fans of Everton and Liverpool have in the last 23 years. Hillsborough was not just a tragedy that affected the football club of Liverpool; it affected the whole of the City of Liverpool too. Evertonians lost family and friends that day too and if it wasn’t for a toss of a coin, it could have easily have been us playing at that ground and not at Villa Park. I don’t know of any Everton fan that has not respected and supported the justice campaign.  If anyone has disrespected it, they are not a proper Evertonian in my opinion.

The club too have also shown great support to Liverpool and the campaign over the years and the shirts we had in our club shops with remembering the 96 on was a lovely, dignified touch by EFC as was Graeme Sharp playing a part in the vigil on the night the findings were revealed. My pride in Everton escalated even further on the night of the 17th of September after witnessing such a moving, emotional but ultimately fitting tribute ahead of our game against Newcastle, I knew the club would do something but I never thought it would be that emotional, the choice of The Hollies ‘He Ain’t Heavy, He’s my Brother’ was a perfect song that really summed up the support given from both Everton and its supporters to the families of the victims in the last 23 years, the whole tribute at the match was beautiful. I don't think I watched the first few minutes of the match as I was unable to focus through my tears and my phone was bleeping like mad with messages fo thanks from my rednose mates who were just as moved by what Everton had done as all of those inside Goodison were.

I maybe being hugely blinkered here but I really don’t think any city would have reacted like Liverpool has done and will always do when it comes to Hillsborough, the truth of what really happened that day has finally been revealed, now the fight for justice for the victims and to get those who really were to blame to be made accountable for the actions begins and I have no doubt that both sides of Stanley Park will be as united as ever to make sure this happens - two clubs, one city, one justice.

That Christmas Eve Feeling

8pm tomorrow night and life as I know it and love it will resume. Summer is never my favourite time of the year, as there is no Everton. Even though we've had Euro 2012 and the amazing and ever so enjoyable Olympics this year, none of that comes close to a match day at Goodison. We have the added bonus of tomorrow being a night game, which is even better as there is something a little bit special about night matches at Goodison.

Every season I am always excited to get back to Goodison, not just for the football but to see the familiar faces of those people who've sat by for years, but this season I am like a kid on Christmas Eve waiting for the big day to hurry up and come and I get the feeling I am not on my own with this feeling. Why the change? Whisper it quietly but there is something affecting most Evertonians this summer, we've become positive!! The last few summers we've had to endure not being able to buy anyone until pretty late in the window, usually on the last day or two after we've sold a big name player to fund any incomings, last August's deadline day was easily one of the worst days in my Everton life, heartbroken didn't come close to describing my feelings. Then we've had injuries to first choice players so have had to rely on the kids making up the numbers in the squad, who can forget the Blackburn game from 2008 and the extremely youthful bench of Turner, Jutkiewicz, Gosling, Agard, Kissock, Wallace?!

This year things somehow feel different, yes we've sold a player for big money, but let’s face it Rodwell was never what you'd class as a first team regular because of his injury record and out of our most sellable assets I would have sold him any day over the likes of Fellaini and Baines. But we have actually got some signings in!! The relief of getting Pienaar back permanently after his impressive loan last season was felt by all Evertonians; I cannot wait to see him and Baines causing many a problem for right backs up and down the country this season. Steven Naismith's arrival has caused excitement for the fans especially after his goal-scoring exploits against AEK Athens and today's news of the signing of Kevin Mirallas has sent the positivity through the roof. It's a shame we won't be seeing him play tomorrow as that would make the atmosphere even better. Rumours are abound of still one or two more incomings being possible too, if that did happen and come September the 1st we still had Baines and Fellaini in our starting XI, I really don't think I will have know such a positive summer at the club in recent years.

Just hope come 9:50pm tomorrow night, I will still be as excited and not feeling like the kid at Christmas when the present you've really wanted turned out be a disappointment.

COYB!!

The night Goodison Park rioted!!

Those 17,508 fans who where there will never forget it, those that weren't, wish they had have been there to witness a truly unbelievable and some ways unique sight of a Tony Hibbert goal and celebratory riot/pitch invasion. Definitely not an ordinary pre-season game, but doesn't that just sum up Everton and Evertonians?!

Premiership players are seen to be not deserved of testimonials these days, in the age of multi million pound contracts and sponsorship deals and I do understand that train of thought, but many recipients of testimonials now donate the proceeds to charities (just as Hibbert has done). Despite the misgivings of testimonials, I am glad Hibbert got his night. Hibbert isn’t what you’d call a typical modern day footballer, he shuns the media spotlight, I bet he hated having to do so much media work for the testimonial and he probably isn’t a household name to non Evertonians. But what he is, is a loyal player who seems to me just to be happy and grateful to be playing for the club he’s always supported. He may well not be the most skillful of players (although in my opinion, he is up there as being the best tackler at the club and can time a sliding tackle better than anyone we’ve got) but he is committed player and a hard working one too. Qualities that are often overlooked nowadays. He will play in any position in the defence that he is asked to play in without any complaints or moans, who can forget the excellent display he put in against Manchester City at Goodison last season when played at centre half against the likes of Dzeko, Silva and Aguero. If he’s left out for a period of time, you will never hear any complaints from him; no comments made to the media;  he just gets on with it, bides his time and works hard in training till he gets his chance again, which invariably he does. Also it’s very rare these days to see a local boy do well for a club, I really hate the thought of us never having at least one local lad playing for us and to have one do so for over 11 years is definitely an achievement that deserves recognition.

The game itself wasn’t against one of the biggest of European names in AEK Athens and maybe scoring after 38 seconds didn’t help make the game much of a contest as Moyes would have probably have wanted but seeing Steven Naismith score so early and his subsequent 30 minute hat trick was very encouraging and maybe the thought of Tim who crossed our minds during that first half. Can already see signs of a partnership developing between him and Pienaar especially as two of the goals were set up by our returning South African as well as hopefully re-establishing the excellent partnership he had with Jelavic up at Rangers. But even a hat trick on your Goodison debut wasn’t good enough to get the headlines for our newest recruit as this night was all about the player we know as Hibbo.

Let’s face it Hibbert likes to defend; he isn’t a Leighton Baines who likes to get on the score sheet throughout the season. If Tony gets a shot remotely near the target in a season that is good for him (I have seen a goalie have to make a save from him in a league game, but that was in 2004). He isn’t bothered about not scoring, the fact he hasn’t ever scored in over 300 games shows this, but us fans are. The cries of “shoooot” every time he gets anywhere near the opposition half, let alone their penalty area and the “he scores when he wants” song proves how much we’d like to see him score, but it’s never happened. It nearly did in the first half when the goalie had to tip over his 20 yard pile driver over the bar, much to the frustrations of the Park End.

The moment of history came early in the second when we awarded a free kick just outside the area. I was shouting for Hibbert to take it, it never actually occurred to me that he would but as he wandered over to that side of the pitch, the anticipation levels in the Old Lady grew as everyone realised this may be the moment we’ve wanted. Mobile phones were all zoomed in on him as he stood there, rather nervously waiting for his moment, Pienaar and Baines set it up perfectly and Hibbo struck a very decent low shot into the back of the Gwladys Street net. He said that he never wanted to score a gimme, a penalty in injury time or something similar, and he never, this was no gimme, Bainesy would have been proud of that free kick. It seemed to take a few seconds for all of us there to realise what had happened, but the next few minutes were some of the best scenes I’ve seen at Goodison. The main man stood there with his arms aloft and huge smile on his face. His teammates then all mobbed him; they were genuinely as pleased for him as the fans were. Then, us fans took centre stage as we fulfilled our promise of when Hibbert scores, we riot. Scores of fans from the Gwladys Street, the Bullens Road and the Main Stand piled on the pitch to celebrate. It was all good natured and so funny to watch as the rest of the ground sang “Oh Tony Hibbert, he scores when he wants” All too often these days, the fun and enjoyment is knocked out of football as it is all about winning, so to see these scenes was so enjoyable. The players found it just as enjoyable judging by the tweets from the likes of Duffy, Distin and Neville after the game. Even the man all this was for enjoyed it, he probably never thought we’d do it, but we did and what a way for him to remember his night, he incited a riot at Goodison, but that’s Evertonians for you, we said we’d riot and we did and as Steven Naismith put it “Cheers Hibbo, score 3 and couldn’t get the fans on the park, then u bag and the place goes mental haha, great sight, amazing to see”

It was amazing and those who were there will never forget the night that one of Huyton’s finest finally scored. I don’t care that it was only a friendly, it was the night Tony Hibbert scored and Goodison Park rioted and I was so glad to have been a part of it.

Tim Cahill - A modern day legend

Legend is a word too often used to describe footballers these days, but for Tim Cahill no other word can come close to summing up what that man means to so many Evertonians, especially for those of us who aren’t old enough to remember the likes of Alan Ball, Brian Labone, Bob Latchord and most of the 80’s team.  In the last 8 years, he has ran through brick walls for us, he gave Everton Football Club everything he had and much more, sometimes to his own detriment as he regularly played with injuries as he would never let the club or the fans down. He played like most of us who frequent Goodison Park would play if we ever could don that royal blue shirt....with passion, determination and a never say die attitude.  Monday night’s news and the subsequent reaction from fans and media types alike has been nothing short of overwhelming and shows just what Timothy Joel Falinga Cahill means and will probably always mean to Everton fans.

Back in July 2004, the general consensus amongst Evertonians when it was announced we’d agreed to sign him for £1.5 million (what a bargain that was by the way) from Championship side Millwall was “Tim who?” Apart from a bit of coverage after his semi final winning goal against Sunderland, he was a mystery to most. I knew of him through nothing more than hearing his name mentioned quite often on Soccer Saturday, so I knew he was a bit of a goalscorer but no more than that. It was a little bit of a risk signing such an unproven player but what a pay off David Moyes got during the next 8 years. 

Tim’s debut came on August 30^th 2004 at Old Trafford. We drew 0-0 and put up our best performance there in a good while and although he was substituted midway through the second half, Cahill had instantly won me over with his performance, he played with no fear despite it being his debut in the Premier League and at such a daunting venue. From what I recall he even forced Tim Howard in goal for United that day into making a decent save. I remember thinking as he went off, applauding the away end, that I am going to really like him. The next game he played for us, coincidently in Manchester, he again left the pitch midway through the second half but for a totally different reason, but it was at this point I knew I was going to love him. Whether it was because he’d scored a great headed goal that turned out to be the winning goal (I always love seeing a header hitting the back of the net, thank Duncan Ferguson for that) or the total injustice of him being sent off by Steve Bennett for the heinous crime of lifting his shirt above his head, I don’t know, but something about this hard working, goal scoring Aussie had got me.

The rest of that season was a nothing short of a dream for us Blues as we exceeded all expectations and finished 4^th. Cahill epitomised the team that season as he probably over-exceeded too, he finished with an impressive total of 12 goals in all competitions and his goal against Newcastle which clinched the 4^th place sent Goodison into pandemonium, something that hadn’t been seen at the Old Lady in many a year. It was just his goals that made fans love him; it was Tim’s love of all things Everton too. Who can forget the Carsley Derby and the pily-on celebration, who is there on the top of that mound of bodies celebrating, but Cahill. It such an iconic picture that really summed up what that whole season was about for Everton, teamwork, togetherness and team spirit. All of this Cahill played such a pivotal role in and he continued to do that in all his time here. That side of his game will be missed not just by the fans but by his team-mates too. You only have to read the Twitter conversations he has with the other players to see how much he was an integral part of things off the field and I’m sure Neville, Distin et al will miss his presence around Finch Farm and the dressing room just as much as Evertonians will miss his presence on the pitch.

Tim’s goals, all 68 of them meant so much to him and us alike and nothing could beat seeing a corner flag taking a good punching from him be it at Goodison, Old Trafford, Eastlands or Stamford Bridge. His goals against Liverpool, particularly in the wins at Goodison will go down in Everton folklore just on their own. For such a small player, his heading ability was second to none, he literally towered above many a centre half who had a good few inches height advantage on him. Defenders at times could just not live with him and he scored so many classic headers especially at Eastlands, but he wasn’t all about scoring, he did have other elements to his game, defensively, his heading ability was such a weapon to us when defending corners and he could set up the odd goal too, my favourite his perfectly timed through ball to Steven Pienaar for possibly my favourite goal of recent time at a snowy Emirates stadium in 2010. In recent time, he became a bit more of squad player as injuries caught up on him, but he still had an impact at times for us. When we played Manchester City at Goodison in May 2011, we were lucky to only be one down at half time, but we slowly started to turn things around and Tim’s introduction in the 2^nd half changed the game in our favour. Within he seconds of arriving on the pitch he got the ball, won a free kick that Distin headed home to make it 1-1. He ran around that afternoon like he was 24 again, harassing City’s mega money purchases and dragging the rest of his team up to his standards and the rest of the game we dominated and deserved the win we got. Anne-Marie my Manchester City supporting mate text me after the game and said “I knew we would have no chance once that Cahill came on, he was the difference, wish he’d have a bad game against us sometimes”Other clubs fans hated him because they knew the impact he could have, but I bet they all wished he was playing for their team! The other thing that was one of Tim's major attribute's was his never say die attitude, his determination to keep on going till the last whistle, you only have to look at the number of late but vital goals he scored – equalisers at Anfield, Ewood Park and Stamford Bridge as well as at home to Tottenham and who can forget the late winners against  Wigan, Sunderland, Blackburn, Manchester City and Zenit St Petersburg.

The main thing that every Evertonian respected Tim for though was how much he genuinely loved the club and the fans. Players nowadays have a reputation of being prima donnas’, not in touch with reality, money grabbers. Whilst that is true of some, it’s not like that for all of them and I think Tim definitely falls into the latter category. He’s understood for many years now what Everton means to its fans, he has always spoken so highly of all things Everton and now he’s left, I am sure he will continue to do this. He has always been so grateful to the club and particularly David Moyes for believing in him and giving him the opportunity to become a Premier League player and a very good one at that. The fact his traditional Samoan sleeve tattoo has EFC in it shows how much respect he has for the club. Tim has said himself that tattoo only reflects things that are so important to him “it shows the things that are most important to me in my life, including symbols my grandfather had all over his body. Each of the other symbols represents things like my two sons, Millwall Football Club, who obviously started my career and then Everton Football Club who have made me what I am today” Not many players who aren’t born an Evertonian, let alone from this country, would do something like that unless they really "got us "and it's safe to say, Tim definitely "got us"

So as you can tell from all the above, Tim was a legend to me, but I have a personal story that makes him even more legendary in my eyes and will always keep him like that. At Ewood Park in April 2010, Tim had kept our slim European chances alive by scoring in the 90^th minute in a 3-2 win. At the end of the game, all the players came to Darwin End of the ground to throw their shirts to the enormous travelling army that had gone nuts celebrating the win just seconds early. As always when the players threw the shirts into crowd I am desperate to get one, but usually have no success (apart from my brother managing to grab McFadden’s at the Riverside years ago), once again I expected to have no hope as being in my wheelchair I am far too little to jump and catch anything that is thrown, but this didn’t stopping barging my way to the front by the advertising hoardings. Osman’s shirt was thrown over my head as Yakubu’s and several other players, just as I thought all hope was lost, I saw Tim approaching with his shirt in his hand, so being a bit cheeky I was shouting asking if I could have, knowing full well he wouldn’t even be able to hear me as he was that far away. He continued approaching in a direct line to me, but I still expected he’d thrown it above me once he got near to me. But he continued walking to me, the stewards stopped him, but he said something and pointed over to the direction I was in and the stewards allowed him through the cordon. As there was a young lad by mean I presumed he was going to get the shirt, but the next thing I knew Tim Cahill, the Tim Cahill was in front of me!!!  I was now less than a couple of feet away from him, he flashed a beaming smile at me and said “here you go, you have that” and he gave me his shirt. It was literally one of the best moments I’ve ever had at the match. I can still remember my Facebook status that I put up while waiting to get out of the car park at Ewood “Words can’t describe how much I really love Tim Cahill, not only has he just got us three points, but he gave me his shirt” He could have easily have thrown that into the crowd but he took the time to come over and personally give it to me. I would have been pleased to get any shirt, but to get his and in such a way was amazing. Unbeknown to me a few days after this a friend emailed me with something she’d seen that had been posted on Bluekipper about this -"There's still the remnants of an absurd post knocking around regarding Tim Cahill being over the hill and needing to be moved on. The lad is the epitome of Everton - a fighter, determined, brilliant in his particular role, the (non-creative) fulcrum of the team. When we're down and in need of inspiration he's more often than not on hand to sort us out and drag the game back in our favour. At full time today, he came right over and took off his shirt. There was a huge clamour for it, everyone wanted it. A sign of how we behold him. But no, Tim had other ideas. He singled out a lady in a wheel chair, gave a massive smile and gave her the shirt. f****** fantastic....you can stick your prima donnas where the sun don't shine. As well as making our day with his winner he made that young lady's day/week/year...the joy on her face was worth the admission fee. Tim - some may rip you, but I salute you...you're the business."

If this wasn’t amazing enough, I then got to meet him at Finch Farm. I had decided to be brave and go down to see if I could get him to sign the shirt, I expected just to wait at the gates and hope he’d stop for a minute, but a friend of mine who works there said she would try to make sure he’d stop. Not only did he stop, he got out of his car, gave me a kiss, asked how I was (not sure I answered as I was in awe of him), signed the shirt and got some photographs taken with me. All I can remember saying thank you to him and he said “it is no problem at all”. Again this is another moment that will leave with me forever. They say don’t meet your heroes as they may ruin the image you have of them, well, I have two of mine in Tim and Duncan and they’ve not ruined their image only enhanced it. 

After 8 years, Monday 23^rd of July 2012, mine and Everton’s love affair with Tim Cahill sadly came to an end with the announcement of his move to New York Red Bulls. When I heard the news I was having a meal with my line managers after day on a training  course in Bath, I felt so devastated when I read the texts of mates that I wanted to cry, but I held it together, wouldn’t have looked good sobbing in front of your bosses!! I finally shed a few tears when looking at the video on the official site and reading the messages from fellow fans paying tribute to him. I doubt Cahill will ever be able to read all the mentions on his Twitter timeline as nearly every Evertonian has left him a tweet of thanks and appreciation for the man who ran his heart out for our club and rescued us so many times. My one regret is that he never won a trophy with us, if any player deserved a trophy and would have appreciated it as much as us fans it would have been Tim.

One day I hope he will return to Goodison so we can say a proper goodbye to the man who came to us a relative unknown and left as a hero to so many.

Wembley Woe

In the last six days, I think I have gone through nearly every emotion going all thanks to Everton Football Club. Who'd have thought a football club could put someone through such an emotional rollercoaster?

Friday started off with bouts of excitement followed by major nerves with a few teary moments thrown in for good measure.

Saturday began with disbelief that I was up at such an ungodly hour to go to a match that was being held in this country, thanks a lot FA, Met Police and ESPN!! Excitement then took hold as I arrived at Lime Street and saw all the fans of both sides milling around the station waiting for their respective trains. Frustration soon kicked in though as being on such an overcrowded train for over two hours isn't a pleasant experience, neither is trying to negotiate Kings Cross and Green Park underground stations in a wheelchair, could they make those places any more confusing? I swear we could have walked to Wembley by the time we'd got around the mazes that is those stations. Excitement got me again once we got out of Wembley Park station and I saw the ground. Mingling around outside the ground and bumping into familiar match day faces including two of the Park End finest stewards, did nothing to dispel my excitement, this was our chance, our big chance, every Evertonian knew that and I think nearly all of us believed it too. Getting to my seat just as "We don't care what the redshite say" came on broke  me a little and I nearly started to cry, but I quickly regained my composure to join in, well you have too, especially at Wembley! An emotion that most people wouldn't expect you to feel at a football match is pride, but that is exactly what I felt when the minutes silence for the 23rd anniversary of Hillsborough was over. I must admit, I was a little apprehensive when I knew that this was going to happen as there's always one or two idiots who I feared would ruin this and also tarnish the reputation of both the club and its fans, but I was so glad I was proved totally wrong as the ground fell silent. I was proud to be an Evertonian and also to be a scouser as we showed the watching world that despite our footballing differences, no city can unite quite like Liverpool in times of tragedy.

The game itself is a bit of blur now, probably because I've chose not to remember it, haven't seen the goals since and didn't read the sports pages of the papers till about Wednesday, but we went from the highest highs with Jelavic's goal, probably made even better by the comical defending by Carragher, to depths of the despair after witnessing one of the most consistent performers not only of this season, but the last couple of seasons too, make such an uncharacteristic, but game changing mistake. Why he did what he did, we'll never know, doubt he even knows, but everything changed from that moment on and my optimism from 60 minutes earlier evaporated and I just knew we weren't going to win now and sadly, I was proven right. Once the winning goal went in (again a goal that could’ve been prevented), the tear floodgates opened, shouldn't cry over a football team, but I've cried many a tear over Everton in the past, and will continue to do so. Its how I am and how they get to me. I've since been told that I was seen on the TV (mightily impressive considering how far back I was sitting) in injury time, so the national probably saw me crying, just to round off a great day!!

The rest of the day I was quite calm and reserved, knew we'd failed to take our chance through our own fault, too many players under performed, simple as, no point going on about it as it was only going to spoil my night out in London and ruin my drinking time!!

But by the much more pleasant train journey home on Sunday afternoon, devastation and disappointment fully hit, it was supposed to be our big day, our big opportunity to prove that the media's view of us being over achievers was wrong, but we failed abysmally and losing to all teams, them, was heartbreaking. They had their 3rd choice goalkeeper playing, yet I think bar a couple of flaps from crosses, I could have played in goal for Liverpool. We really have got some mental block against them, why I don't know, they may have spent more than us, but on our day, we are just as good as them if not better and we should have showed that on the pitch, but after the mistake, the players became inferior. They shouldn't have as they aren't, but they did. I don't like disliking any of ou players, but on Sunday night, I did feel let down by most of them and it's not a nice feeling to have. I felt stupid too for actually believing that we could do it. Moyes also isn't blameless, surely he could see what we all could on the pitch, the lack of support to Jelavic, Fellaini wondering around too much, Osman, Cahill and Gueye being largely ineffective, so why not change things, but it wasn't many options on the bench. The main hope we had previous to the game should an impact sub be needed was Drenthe, but because of his lack of professionalism and downright stupidity he was not available to us, this maybe the last straw for some with the enigmatic Dutchman, I know it is for me. Pienaar being cup tied was a massive miss; I said before the game that his absence would be more of a miss for us than Liverpool having Reina suspended, how right I was.

In my more darker moments of this week, I've thought that we are never going to win anything, but have quickly dismissed those thoughts, if I really started to believe that, what would be the point of going the game, you have to believe in your team and that one day, your time will come, you will get that piece of luck, that referring decision, players and a manager who believe in themselves and their ability, a substitutes bench that will have game changing options on it. It will happen, it HAS to happen.

I think I am just about over the disappointment that was last Saturday now, it still hurts, but not like it did and I've gotten over all the other times they've let me down, so I will get there with this. I survived work and most of the reds in our place tried their best not to mention it to me. I will be there on Sunday at Old Trafford, just the trip we want when trying to put a FA Cup semi final defeat by your major rivals behind you, not!! I doubt this will be our day either, but won't stop me from believing that it may be and have the hope that it will be, but as they say it's the hope that kills you as a football fan and definitely as an Evertonian!!

Semi Final Day Then and Now

Sunday 19th, April 2009 was quite simply, the best day of my Evertonian life. Sounds dramatic, I know, but it is the truth. I always said I'd never get to see Everton at Wembley. I wasn't old enough to remember the Wembley trips of the 80's, let alone go to them. 1995 is still a sore point with me as I couldn't get a ticket for the final, but both brothers went (watching on TV with my mum who was moaning at me for picking at my tea isn't the best memory to have of that day). Whether you agree with the semi finals being held at the national stadium or not, it gave me the chance that I thought I would never have and the excitement I felt as soon as the whistle went in against Middlesbrough in the quarter final only grew and grew as the day approached.


The whole day was just amazing, even writing about it now is making me smile and cry (happy tears). Being a novice at this Wembley with Everton lark, I didn't really know what to expect from the trip, but everything about it was just brilliant. From seeing hundreds of blues queuing for trains at Lime Street, most of them wearing Felliani wigs and waving flags to coming out of Wembley Park station and seeing Wembley Way literally full of blue shirted fans, I'm sure there were some Manchester United fans on there, there had to have been, I just don't remember seeing them as there was just a sea of blue. I made my brother walk all around the ground, so I could experience everything, the fans were in fine form, making the most of the glorious weather, the sight of four middle aged Evertonians in Fellaini wigs running back and forth through the fountain outside the ground while singing "We're on the march" as loud as they possible could is something I won't forget.


I'd been to the new Wembley a couple of times before to watch England and I had always said what that ground needs is thousands of Everton fans to be in it and I was right. Entering the ground again was a sight to behold, there was just blue and white everywhere, flags hung up, everything. One of the special memories that I will always treasure is a I was shown to my wheelchair space (incidentally, I am in the same block and row this time around, a sign maybe?), I realised that Take That's Greatest Day was being played, could there have been a more fitting song being played and even now I can't hear that song without seeing Jags penalty in my head. Next thing I knew who did I see being interviewed on the pitch side, but the best little, but injured Spaniard we know. You would have thought that I'd not seen him in years by my reaction, not a few weeks. I was phoning my mate who was another member of the Mikel Arteta Appreciation from our work to tell her to hurry up and get it so she can see him, like we were never going to see him again. I don't know why but seeing Mikel made me confident that it was going to be our day. Then came crowning moment before the game, Z-Cars being played, I don't think anyone knew that was going to happen, but hearing 30 odd thousand blues all humming along to that was immense.


The game itself wasn't a classic; I struggle to remember anything that happened in the 120 minutes of play, apart from getting the only decision ever to go our way off Mike Riley which sent Sir Alex into a child like stomp. As the last few seconds of extra time approached, the nerves got too much for me and I cried, I couldn't face the thought of losing on penalties, and when Tim Cahill of all players, missed the first one, the tears fell even more. My brother decided not to look at the first United penalty, yet through my tears, I managed to watch it and scream "he's missed it" while jumping on top of our Brian. Never thought Bainesy would miss his and he didn't and then came Howard's moment, yes, he saved Berbatov's, but it was hardly the best penalty in the world, at least Ferdinand got a bit of power behind it. Cue pandemonium in our end, apart from me, who cried even more. Neville stepping up, scared the s**t out of me, could see the headlines ex United player put old team through etc, but how wrong I was, he coolly slotted to put us ahead. I don't really remember United's next penalty, apart from it went in. Then up came Vaughan, the one player from the club who deserved something to go right for once, the thought of him missing made me cry a little bit more, but he was possibly the calmest man in the ground and put us within reach of the final. Anderson stepped up and as much as our willed him to miss, he took the best of United's pens and heaped all the pressure back on to us. I had no idea who was left to take our pen, but after his unfortunate and heartbreaking miss against Fiorentina, Jags was the last person I thought would step up. Well, if it was possible, I cried even more, prayed to anyone that was listening and hoped that his courage to take the vital kick would be rewarded and oh how it was. Our end just went mental, except for me, who once again, sobbed uncontrollably. The old fella in front of me seemed a little worried for me as he rather perplexed he asked why I was crying as we had won. I eventually regained some sort of composure to join in with Z Cars yet again and Hi Ho Silver Lining (no idea why that was played, but it was brilliant). The rest of those minutes and hours after the game consisting of me smiling like a loon, texting all or phoning my bluenose mates and family and still not quite believing we'd actually done it and done it after a penalty shoot-out. I think only after watching the penalties in the pub later than night did it sink in and singing "Tell Me Ma" down Southampton Row at gone midnight, just me and our Brian really did make it real. Sadly, the final never really lived up to the semi final.


So on to tomorrow, we all know form goes out of the window in derbies, but especially in cup games. All I can hope for is that the players go out there with no fear, like we seem to have at Anfield and play like I know they are capable of, like they did up at Sunderland. If we get that level of performance from them, we stand a very good chance of progressing. As for our fans, sing like you have never sung before, but sing for Everton and our boys. Support the lads and the manager, don't be distracted by what Liverpool are doing, singing. We are there to help get Everton through, I really believe that having 7nearly 7,000 fans up at the Stadium of Light helped us to win up there; don't think I've been in a better away end. Surely having over four times there tomorrow of us can make our end even louder and passionate that at Sunderland. However, the one time I was us to be quiet, is when the minutes silence is on. I don't expect any Evertonian will not be silent as Hillsborough affected blues as well as they had family and friends who were there that day and will know someone who lost their lives on the sad, fateful day nearly 23 years ago. We will show the victims’ families that we are with them in their ongoing battle to get justice and that nowhere like the city of Liverpool unites in times of tragedy.


Hopefully by around 2.30pm tomorrow afternoon, if all the above has happened we will all be dancing around Wembley to Z Cars again and planning yet another trip to Wembley in three weeks time, which wouldn't be a bad return for a girl who thought she'd never get to Wembley with her club!!


COYB