FC Liverpool and FC Everton have their origins neither in different religions or social classes, nor in different parts of the city. Actually it’s a big family, once they even kicked together on Anfield Road. There was a rupture, but soon Reds and Toffees made up. Almost touchingly, they mourned and celebrated together ever since. “Friendly derby” is the name of the game.
It was one of the greatest days in the history of the city, but in Liverpool itself there was nothing to be seen of it. The centre of the metropolis in the north-west of England was on this 25 March 1984 like empty, the squares were deserted and the streets were “quiet and quiet”, as the Liverpool Echo reported. The betting sites mean:
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Liverpool’s big day was not in Liverpool, but just under 300 kilometres south, in London. 100,000 Liverpudlians, about a fifth of the city’s population at the time, stood there in the shadow of the two famous towers that made the old Wembley Stadium visible from afar. Everton FC and Liverpool, the two city rivals, met for the first time at the National Stadium. League Cup final.
Down there in the south of the island, however, they were less city rivals than much more like-minded people. A “friendly army of fans” made a pilgrimage to London, as the Echo reported, and had a nice “family day out”. “I saw cars with a blue scarf blowing out one window and a red scarf blowing out the other,” said Everton’s Kevin Sheedy.
“Are you watching, Manchester?”
It is not for nothing that this derby is called “friendly derby”. Fan separation at Wembley Stadium was not necessary, the monumental grandstands of the stadium looked red-blue-checked and were also sung together: “Merseyside! Merseyside! Merseyside!” And the hated neighboring city was mocked: “Are you watching, Manchester?” A demonstration of the cohesion of the city of Liverpool.
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“If I remember, I’d get a big lump in my throat today,” said John Bailey, who defended for Everton. 0:0 ended the game and it was probably the perfect result. All were allowed to be celebrated and all were celebrated and celebrated themselves and their city of which they were so proud. Fans and players together.
Everton’s Bailey and Liverpool’s Alan Kennedy tied up the scarves of their two teams after the final whistle and held this red-blue combination high above their heads as they did a lap of honour together. From 100,000 mouths it resounded loudly and proudly: “Merseyside! Merseyside! Merseyside!”
On this day both the Blue and Red were winners, but of course only one club was allowed to put the trophy in the museum. Three days later the replay started in Manchester. Liverpool won 1-0. However, it was not the title but the fraternization scenes of Wembley that remained in memory.
Blue and red seats in the cinema
As under-represented as the two clubs themselves were in Liverpool on that March day of 1984 because of the mass movement to the south, they have probably never been since then. Scarves and flags blow day after day proudly in the steady wind that blows from the Irish Sea along the Mersey towards the city. On the balconies of the houses, on the stalls in the pedestrian zone and on the necks of the Liverpudlians.
Everton and Liverpool have an overriding importance for the city, which becomes clear at every corner. The Museum of Liverpool, for example, was built a few years ago on the banks of the Mersey. There is a small cinema hall with red and blue seats. Real seats from Goodison Park and Anfield, as you are assured on your visit.
The same film is shown again and again. He tells the story of the two clubs and asks right at the beginning: “Are you red? Or are you blue?” Now, just before the most important game of the half series, color must of course be known particularly enthusiastically. “Blue!” shouts a middle-aged man proudly. No surprise for the rest of the visitors, he wears a blue cap; visibly embarrassing for his children sitting next to him. He doesn’t care, of course. He’s Evertonian and proud of it.
In many football cities around the world, the question of colour is one that does not arise. It is answered by the religion to which one belongs, the social class to which one comes or the district in which one was born. None of this matters in Liverpool.