It’s my first derby at Goodison for a while now. When tickets are scarce – Liverpool have an allocation of barely 3,000 – I have always felt, despite being a season ticket holder for much of the time between 1971 and now, that this game belongs to those from the city, and sacrificed mine. But circumstances amongst our group means I get the chance this time, and grab it.
I’m under no illusions that it’s going to any less hostile than our last away game at Old Trafford was.
The kick-off time offers the usual complications for travelling – reduced train services on a Sunday, the risks attached with needing to make that connection for the last train home. You need to develop a certain fatalistic acceptance that some things are beyond your control. Still, at least there’s no hassle attached to the outward journey, time-wise.
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