Twenty-nine years ago today arguably the finest Everton team ever beat Rapid Vienna 3-1 in Rotterdam. It was also my Mum and Dad’s 14th wedding anniversary; my Dad had a ticket for the match, but, felt obliged to forfeit it to celebrate with his wife. Which didn’t happen.
He ended up in the doghouse watching it with me and my brother. I don’t recall him being too worried about matters indoors afterwards. For a day or two at least. RIP Dad.