"As I settled back in my deckchair, feeling the warm sun on my face, I drifted off into a nice deep sleep, ...went back to another place. Somehow I was seventeen again, yeah having the time of my young life, courting a lovely girl named Mary, who'm eventually became my wife. Also football was my religion, an Evertonian through, and through, Alan Ball was my idol, so proud to be a blue. We followed the Everton faithfully, both at home, and when playing away, me, and my good mate Bobby Moss, we just lived to see the blue boys play. Always out on the East Lancs road, happily "Hitchin' for a lift, We would often see the game for nothing,..if you kind'a get my drift. Without a penny between us, back home we would start to "Hitch," arrive home just in time for "Match of the day," again see Everton on the pitch. As we "thumbed," so often in the dark, we would say, never, ever again, but there we would be for the next away game,...Hitchin' in the rain. Then so slowly I did wake up, and smiled fondly at my recall, of our Hitch Hiking days together, watching Everton play football."