First time in my life I have gone to Goodison Park without my Dad who is currently fighting ill health with all of his might. Going to watch Everton has been a spine to our being. Something that no matter what else was going on in our lives amidst the natural ups and downs of a father-son relationship, we always did together. We have marveled with jaws dropped as an omnipotent Everton smited all-comers and won titles. We have watched grimacing, through finger-covered eyes, as Everton fought desperately against relegation. We have seen fire and seen rain, and the layered memories became deeply woven into the fabric of our own relationship. That is the true joy of football. Not the winning. My Lord, you don’t support Everton for that. But the cross-generational memory-making which is profound. The last time I took my Dad to Goodison Park was just before COVID. We went with all four of my kids. Everton miraculously lumped four goals past Manchester United, and every time we scored, my t...