tolmie's hairdoo
Well-Known Member
They boastily sing, 'And if you know you're history'....
Everton FC have become a self-portrait of many in todays society in general, a feeling of entitlement, a delusion that because you are force-fed shit sandwiches on a daily basis, you are somehow owed a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
Overly aggressive fans, fueled by nothing more than jealousy and self-righteous indignation. They have no appreciation of anybody else and what they may have endured to accumulate things of worth.
Everton FC are a stagnant club with no clear desire to be pro-active at betterment.
Instead, they would prefer to remind onlookers, more sadly, themselves, that they remain a club of relevance, flashing their now moth-eaten silk knickers at the poshest bar in town, telling all and sundry, they used to be a 'real looker, you know!'
A club with a proud history, with players such as Dean, Ball, et al, they are now facing death by a thousands cuts, most of them, self-inflicted.
Don't hate them, pity them. There is no rainbow, no lucky dip moment.
Just shit sandwiches and a set of fans who now have four games a season to look forward to, rather than two.
Everton FC have become a self-portrait of many in todays society in general, a feeling of entitlement, a delusion that because you are force-fed shit sandwiches on a daily basis, you are somehow owed a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
Overly aggressive fans, fueled by nothing more than jealousy and self-righteous indignation. They have no appreciation of anybody else and what they may have endured to accumulate things of worth.
Everton FC are a stagnant club with no clear desire to be pro-active at betterment.
Instead, they would prefer to remind onlookers, more sadly, themselves, that they remain a club of relevance, flashing their now moth-eaten silk knickers at the poshest bar in town, telling all and sundry, they used to be a 'real looker, you know!'
A club with a proud history, with players such as Dean, Ball, et al, they are now facing death by a thousands cuts, most of them, self-inflicted.
Don't hate them, pity them. There is no rainbow, no lucky dip moment.
Just shit sandwiches and a set of fans who now have four games a season to look forward to, rather than two.