My favourite game: when Everton stayed up on the last day of the season

It never features in my favourite games because it was a shambles of a season to put us in that position to start with.

I'd rank games like the FA Cup Semi-Final against Spurs or even that 1995 Quarter-Final against Newcastle as higher on the list due to it leading to tangible success.

The Wimbledon game was a close shave, we were lucky that day in more ways than one and dodged a bullet.

Yes, we won and survived against the odds but to have it as a favourite is like having life-saving surgery and remembering that as your favourite time!

It wasn't, and it wasn't!

Everton, fielding a weakened side, were 3-0 up at half-time, the goals coming from Derek Temple, Colin Harvey, and Fred Pickering, Johnny Morrissey completing the scoring in the second half in front of the Kop. We had waited nearly 10 years for that result, revenge for the 4-0 home defeat at their hands in the 4th round of the FA Cup on 29 January 1955.

Our 4-0 victory was in the days when fans of both clubs could stand together. I was on the Kop with my mates 'Red and Blue', the fun was in the pub on Sunday lunch time, we 'Blues' revelled in our victory. Strangely enough, Andy Rankin in goal was probably 'Man of the Match.

It's become an Albatross for the club and its players, as the fear of relegation has somehow ingrained itself into the collective Evertonian psyche and that has very often replaced the ambition to emulate our former glories.

I feel that I must disagree with you regarding the threat of relegation becoming an Albatross for the club and its players, ingraining itself into the collective Evertonian psyche, often replacing the ambition to emulate our former glories.

I believe that a lack of individual and collective quality is the cause of our failings, both on and off the pitch. Players over the years have little or no knowledge of the events that occurred before they joined the club, while to we the fans painfully do.

Like celebrating the "victories" at Dunkirk and the Alamo. (Assuming we've no Mexican Blues, that is!)

Also, from a personal perspective, it took me weeks to get myself out of the self-inflicted hole I dug myself into. I was stationed in Cyprus and a relief driven bender with a friend resulted in me falling short of making it home. I fell asleep 100 m short of home and a kind neighbour came to my assistance to get me to the front door. The rest of the story involved several weeks of trying to get back in the good books!!

Ended up on Blackpool front with the missus. Found out we were 2-1 down. That's it, I'm jumping off the pier. Couldn't even find the bottle to do it.

Fuck it, let's get home. Half-way down the M6, put the radio on and the commentator was describing Stuart's bullet (?) of a shot. 3-2.

What my missus said about my celebration was along the lines of "Grow up, you stupid twat! She doesn't understand.

With kick-off nearing and no chance of a spare, we headed back, listening to Radio 2 for company. Peter Jones commentating, all on edge. Ratcliffe: 1-0... Get in!!! Big Nev keeps us in front before Lineker puts away the 2nd!

Great memories of the kop end loaded with Blues. Football was better then – always seemed to have more riding on it, I think. Hope I am wrong but they were the days for me.

I think everbody believed we were doomed and its the only time I have ever been through an atmosphere of resignation at Goodison Park.

Anders Limpar won us a pen too to redress the balance, Barry Horne scored the only worldie in his life and Hans Seger went for a ciggy when the 3rd trickled over the line. Cue unbelievable celebrations but also a feeling of vulnerability.

As a teenager I used to go to almost every home and away game but we had so many injuries that day I expected a trouncing so didn't go.

I was walking up Shaw street and asked someone the score he said "4-0".

I thought to myself I knew we would get battered.

It wasnt until I get home that I found out we had won 4-0. Cue wild celebrations in the house.

I must have tormented the typists that morning because my boss sent for me, and said, "I believe there's a football match tonight would you like to go"? I replied, "It's an away game, sir" he repeated his question and then gave 30 shillings [ a weeks wage] £1-50 to younger T/Ws, and let me finish at lunch time.

I'll never forget that evening nor the joyous celebrations, I believe the Railway Station Clegg Street no longer exists, it does in my memory, alongside the sign outside the hospital in close proximity to Boundary Park, requesting "QUIET PLEASE" that was really asking for something.

Maybe I'm thinking of another game but I don't think there were many 4-0 wins at Anfield and you yourself said Everton were fielding a weakened side.

Nonetheless a 4-0 win on their patch is to be cherished.

Stay safe be well.

Apologies for the confusion. I took it that Jay was referring to the Oldham Athletic game; I didn't scroll back far enough to establish the game in question. I thought that I had mentioned the promotion-winning game, obviously mistakenly on this thread.

I also owe Jay an apology, I was 26 years old for the Liverpool game, and it appears that I've put a few years on him, adding to the years that Everton have contributed. It lends weight to the claim of my 'Young Lady' who regards me as a 'Doddering Old Fool'.

That's why I was confused that Sir John was talking about fielding a weakened side then said we had a full-strength team with only Jock Lindsay absent?

I got a free front row ticket for the 4-4 FA Cup game against our neighbours, which for me was one of the best games. If that was not enough, I got the same seat for the second replay, which although we won, was not a patch on the replay.

I was hopefully when Kenwright took over and Moyes was appointed. Everton improved, but repeatly hit a glass ceiling, both achievement-and performance-wise, over 20 years. Have often made me feel that Everton should have been completely restructured at that time, even though it meant spending a season relegated, to get them to be real about it.

I think what we got was a continuation of the status quo after Johnston left and with the aim of being content in the Premier League, with no other achievement.

Ancelotti has to be a new dawn, but things are not going to be easy for him.

I was in the Upper Gwladys Street, I remember getting told off for swearing by a respectable lady supporter. I tried my best at restraint.

I made a banner that day out of an old turquoise shower curtain I found in the garage. I found some black paint and wrote ''WE WILL BEAT YOU'' in big black letters. It was not a work of art (or maybe it was). Draped it over the upper stand, weighed down at the bottom corners with two footy socks filled with sand.

I like to think my banner gave the lads the another milligram of belief that helped save the day. The butterfly's wings effect.

I remember getting far too stressed out about it all, short of breath and needing an inhaler. Everton's fortunes are for better or worse directly linked to my nervous system. The club should come with a health warning.