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Moaning – An Impassioned Plea

Here we go again.  Coming to the end of the January transfer period, and we’ve bought no-one yet, with Bougherra going to Charlton citing some cack about being asked to play in a defensive midfield role, and the Fernandes deal still presumably surrounded in “red tape” (read “he costs too much, but don’t release it yet; we don’t want the fans to be pissed).

All of this is fair enough, I guess.  For the most part, I agree; much of yesterday afternoon was spent writing a rant about Kenwright and Wyness, and for all of their bluff and gusto about caring for the club, investment and the like (which I may, or may not, upon reflection, post here).  Fine; I personally think that you two boys need to pull your fingers out and do some bloody work, as once again, we seem to be getting left behind.  I know that we’re still not entirely stable financially, but that’s what Bully’s paid to sort out, and Bill?  Maybe take a step back and review your situation; what exactly have you done for the club recently? 

Regardless, I digress; as this is only part of what I’m going to rant about now.  I note from several websites that a number of Everton fans are rather miffed at Moyesy’s tactics of late, and that they’re considering giving up going to away games, or their season tickets, etc. etc.  You all know the stuff: “We’re too defensive; we’ve not shown any faith in future transfers; we’re not prepared to take the chance; that bloody Kenwright…”  We’re all guilty of this at one point or another every season; anyone that says they’re not should be seriously questioned. 

That’s their, and of course our, prerogative; but recently, on many of the fan sites (not this one of course; we have a more “discerning” type of fan here…), these complaints have bordered on vitriol.  Consequently, I would like to ask the individuals who make such comments a simple question. 

Answer me this: what does being an Evertonian mean to you?

Do you want success?  Do you want “beautiful football”?  Do you want the best players in the world in Everton’s blue?  Do you want the best manager?  Do you want to be playing in Europe every year?  Or is it something else? 

The truth is, I could answer yes to every single one of these questions myself, and I suspect so could the majority of Evertonians who read this, but that’s not really the point, is it? 

When we were chosen (note, we were chosen), we signed on for life; we didn’t have to.  We could have supported the Bar-codes, or Chelski, or Spurs, or the Pie-Eaters, or God forbid, the Red Shite or even those red Manc bastards, but we didn’t.  Anyone under 30 didn’t sign up because we were winning everything; although we had a good shot at it during the 80s.  And anyone under 25 certainly didn’t sign on because we were successful.  Well we were, in a way; successful at avoiding relegation every year... 

We’ve had more than our fair share of sh*te over the last fifteen years or so, with constant relegation battles, malevolent board members, immoral and tyrannical chairmen, alongside some obnoxious and malicious players, but most of us have stuck around.  Are you really going to forget about Everton because Kenwright, Bully, and/or Davey dither in the transfer market (bear in mind, they’ve been bitten pretty hard in recent seasons, and made a few mistakes), or because he plays too defensively.  The simple truth is that since Kenwright, Bully and Moyes took over, whether we like it or not, we’ve got better in a number of ways.  The facts are there: we’re less in danger of falling to bankruptcy; we’re a pretty difficult team to beat because we play defensively; we have some excellent players (although not enough); and except for a minor blip recently, we’re not relegation candidates each year.

We don’t really have too much to complain about to be honest.  It could be so much worse: Mike Walker could still be here, Peter Johnson could still be in charge, and that gobsh*te Gregg could still be trying to poison everyone on the board.  Perhaps we should cut the management some slack; it may not happen for us this year, but it can’t be too far off, can it?  Have some faith; I seem to remember that we were all so willing to entrust our future to Walker, Kendall (the second time), and Wally Smith...  Support means exactly that; you support the team that you love, whether you blindly agree with everything they do or not.  That’s the point.  You don’t pick and choose when you support; you just support.  We can all have our say; we have an AGM each year, and have the ability to declare an EGM if we’re amongst like-minded shareholders.  It’s a simple case of putting your money where your mouth is.

But at the end of the day, you could have left long ago if you didn’t like it.  In truth, it’s your privilege to leave right now if you choose to.  Feel free to withdraw your support entirely, if you wish to do so.  But please bear in mind two things: 

Firstly, it’s your choice to leave, no-one else’s.  Don’t blame the current Everton administration, or the prices, or the players, or the manager and his tactics.  As true Evertonians, we support through thick and thin, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer.

Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, if you’ve ever called yourself an Evertonian and really felt that that meant something to you, that it offered an identity or even defined you in any way, then when you walk away from Everton, for all intents and purposes, in my eyes and in the eyes of many others of us, you’re a traitor. 

We are not Liverpool.  We are not Manchester United.  We are not Newcastle United.  We are not Chelsea, West Ham, or Spurs. 

We are Everton. 

As for me, I’m staying put; I like it here.  For better, or for worse.  The colour’s great, but the people are even better.  I’m told that blue has always suited me.  It’s because I was born an Evertonian; I wasn’t manufactured.  I did not choose, I was chosen.  Those of you who understand what I’ve written here need no explanation.  For those of you who don’t understand?  Well, the fact of the matter is that you don’t really matter, do you…