................................"Chelsea won the match, but the extremes of joy and sadness, hope and despair, were all wearing an Everton shirt – losers yet unvanquishable."
The Daily Telegraph, 30 May 2009
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The Leaving of Goodison
We were born in the City of Liverpool
It seems a long time gone
But in our soul runs the rhythm of the Merseybeat
We hate Bill Shankley and we hate St John
We first kicked a ball across the Stanley Park
Then the landlord he put up our fees
So me moved down the road to play at Goodison
We were first and we will always be
Chorus
So its fare thee well to Dixie Dean
To the Winslow and those Cavern days
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But our Peter living far away
Lets’ remember the team of Harry Catterick
Wright, Wilson Gabriel, Labone and Young
Harris, Scott, Temple Trebilcock, and Harvie too
Like Alan Ball they are forever young
So its fare thee well to Dixie Dean
To the Golden Vision and those Cavern days
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But big Our Peter living far away
Let’s raise a glass to Howard Kendall now
Our greatest living boss
He had us Champions, in Europe and at Rotterdam
We showed those red shite who was really boss
So its fare thee well to Graeme Sharp
Kevin Sheedy and to Andy Gray
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But big Our Peter living far away
I look back to Wembley 95, my greatest ever day
Where we beat Sir Alex and his millionaires
We kicked those Roy Kean so hard
He couldnae play
So its fare thee well to Barry Horne
To Neville Southall and to King Joe Royle
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But when the dogs of war went off the boil
Now we gonna have to leave old Goodison
Were off to Kirkby and to Tesco’s ground
But were from Toxteth, From Bootle and from Wavertree
And see that Kirkby it’s another town
So think again the People's Club
Please don’t take us for a bunch of fools
It’s not the leaving of Goodsion that grieves me
But the leaving of dear Liverpool
Now we beat‘ burgh in the quarters of FA cup
And beat the Villa, the red shite too
Next up United, as easy as they come they say
And then the Arsenal or those Russian blues
Because we’re Wembley bound with Davy Moyes
With Phil Neville and the toffee blues
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But the prices of that London booze
But well calling out to Duncan Ferguson
Now sunning it in Spain
Dust down those Puma football boot
We need a striker so forget you weans
Please, please stay fit Louis Saha
Cause were heading down that Wembley way
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But those red buses on the motorway
So its fare thee well to Dixie Dean
The Golden Vision and those Cavern days
Its not the leaving of Goodison that grieves me
But our Peter living far away
© Alan Smart, 8 March 2009
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