Memories of Goodison
Like every Evertonian on Sunday there were a number of times when I simply count not ignore the lump in my throat, and shed many a tear during the club's immaculate send off to Goodison Park, the Grand Old Lady. Like every Evertonian, my thoughts turned to fond memories of my experiences of Goodison. Sadly, I don't remember much of my very first visit as I was only six, but what I do remember plays like an old holiday pic slide show. I don't remember who it was against. I do know that that day there was three generations of my family in attendance, my granddad, my dad and my brother and I made the pilgrimage together to the cathedral in L4. I remember the walk from the carpark on Stanley Park, cutting across the park a little way and then through iron gates onto Priory Road. Goodison loomed just over the tops of houses and grew larger still as we made the journey in, passing the occasional police car parked by the road and travelling as one with the throngs of other support...