L4 4EL - The Postcode At The Centre Of Our World

When I was a kid, I'd get off at Bank Hall on the Northern Line walk along Stanley Road for a short while, cross over and head along Melrose Road for a bit, take a right all the way up Rumney Road and into the closely packed rows of terraces surrounding my spiritual home, Goodison Park, L4 4EL - home of Everton FC.

It's funny, it doesn't matter that these days I'm lucky enough to live in a lovely, semi-rural part of North Warwickshire...there's still a part of me just off County Road in Walton and whenever I go back there, it invariably feels like a homecoming. Goodison is a fairly ramshackle old bin these days, like a doddery old boy who sits by the fire in his slippers clinging on to yesteryear. But anyone who feels what I'm describing, knows what I'm saying. We've all laughed and cried at Goodison. Had moments of ecstasy that can only be compared to class A substance abuse or a night of pork scratchings and baby oil with Cheryl Cole in a Travel Inn in Hartlepool. Or experienced crushing disappointment that makes you feel like your heart is being twisted inside your chest (or was that just the Chang mixing with the Wagon Wheels?). We've took our kids there for the first time like our Dads took us...the buzz around Spellow Lane and County Road as you get nearer the ground, the programme sellers, hotdog vendors, scarfs and badges, come and get your scarfs and badges! That click through the turnstile and the walk up the old stone steps into the wooden stands and you see the lights first, then the lush green of the playing surface and you're inside the stadium, breathing some sort of special air that changes you forever.

This blog is simply an outlet for some of my musings and thoughts about Everton or stuff tenuously related to Everton. I don't suppose the internet needs another Everton blog but it's just a place to empty my head so if someone reads it one day, I'll be delighted. If nobody ever reads it and I get killed by a block of frozen toilet waste landing on my from 35,000 feet tomorrow...it'll sit on the net for a while then Blogger.com will flush it as dead...like it's writer. RIP Jimbo: An Evertonian Killed By Shit. Something about that is quite fitting.