Everton: Hysteria or History?

If yer 'no' yer histery, Everton were once Man City. As a kid, I remember weeks after we'd won the FA Cup making a card board cut-out (almost life size!) of Alan Ball from an Echo "special pull-out" in 1966 and being absolutely ecstatic that we had stolen THE best player in the FINAL for £110,000. God, were we rich?!! And as we watched a ginger gem lift Rimet's reward and the hearts of a nation, our Ken's timely prophetic summation of England's win must have rang hollow through the archaic arcades of Blackpool: "Some people are on the pitch. They think it's all over. It IS now!" As the catalogue 'ker-ching' of cash registered another sale, from Littlewoods grew the mighty oaks of the Holy Trinity and the poor sick Seasiders watched their hopes of glory plummet like the stomach-churnng drop of the Big One and quickly fade like the last lick of funfair candyfloss. In a pre-Premiership pantomine, the Blues went to the Ball and Blackpool played Cinders. The deal was brokered and hearts were broken. History was made and the future was not orange: it was blue.