A STORY OF A BITTER BLUE
The lift going down from EL3 was fully of happy Blues, the old, the lame, and the lazy, when it stopped on Level 2. The doors opened to reveal a disabled teenage lad in an Everton shirt in a wheelchair and a much older man pushing him. Despite the crush, room was made for them and out of deference for the lad, the triumphant air was dropped. The poor lad didn't look happy as it was and perhaps ill at ease to see so many City fans.
Out of the blue the older man sneered, 'I suppose youse lot are all here just because it was a fiver to get in'. This to a group of City fans who must have had several hundred years active supporting between them and it was met with surprise and people politely told him they were all ST holders and still paid full whack. Undaunted Mr Misery said apparently sincerely, that we never sell our tickets and had to to give them away. As we got to the ground he said he had an e mail that proved it but we were all away into the night baffled by what he believed to be the truth.
I found it sad that this man was of a similar age to me, where we are less tribal, sceptical of press and internet forum stories but he genuinely seemed to believe what he was saying. There was no humour or hint of a defensive wind up. But the saddest thing of all was the poor kid in the wheelchair who had many problems, also had that bitter blue buffoon pumping bile into his ear at every match he goes to. No doubt the buffoon also airs his beliefs everywhere he goes.
