Friday 2nd February.
Don't even expect a preview of the upcoming Derby game on Saturday 3rd Feb. I hate them. Always have. Always will. I always get that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, and it doesn't go away until long after the game.
For me, there is just far too much pride at stake to even think about enjoying the occassion. Even when we won 3-0 at Goodison Park earlier this season, I didn't enjoy it until the final whistle was blown. I guess that's part and parcel of being an Evertonian, you just don't expect anything.
The first Derby I can vividly remember was in 1977, the FA Cup semi-final. I was 6/12, we had a perfectly good goal disallowed the dreadful wanker of a ref, Clive Thomas; anything before that I guess I was just too young to remember any other games, plus the fact that we never won.
Next up was the Andy King Derby in 1978. Our first win for 7 years. The screamer of a volley from number 7, Andy King, into the Park End net ended 7 years without a victory against the Red's.
My very first Derby I got to actually walk through the gates at Goodison Park was the absolute mauling 0-5 when Ian Rush scored 4 and Glen Keeley had the worst possible debut any player could ever wish for.
So, you can see why I don't really like Derby games. I've never had much luck at them.
I have at least seen some wonderful results whilst watching Youtube Some great goals and memories come flooding back.
I just hope that Moyes can work a bit of magic tomorrow and just go at Liverpoo from the off, unsettle them, harass them, kick 'em if need be, just don't let them settle. The worst thing we could do is sit back and play for a draw, if we do that we'll get absolutely tonked. If we get at them, Dogs Of War-style, then we'll come away with a positive result. Sorry, no predictions from me.