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Beautiful finish after beautiful finish 😍
Enjoy the best goals from Matchweek 10, presented by Guinness 🍿
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🗣️“I think I have said this before but we were sort of written off at the end of the season with the amount of players we had, the squad wouldn’t be big enough to cope, but I think we have shown we can challenge at the top end of the table” - Jarrad Branthwaite
Via- @LivEchoEFC
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Steven Gerrard on David Moyes, Everton's form, Theirno Barry and Kiernan Dewsbury Hall...
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They don’t make episodes like this no more.
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My husband invited his mistress to our tenth wedding anniversary dinner, seated her three chairs away from me, and watched me thank her for coming. But the affair wasn’t what destroyed me. It was discovering that almost everyone at that table had helped him hide it.
There were twelve guests, including my parents, my younger sister, my husband’s brother, and friends we’d known for years. He’d reserved a private dining room at a restaurant where dinner cost more than our monthly mortgage. Everyone was laughing, ordering expensive wine, and telling stories about our marriage. The woman sat beside my sister, wearing a delicate gold bracelet identical to one I’d found in my husband’s car six months earlier. He’d claimed it was a gift for his brother’s girlfriend. I might have dismissed the coincidence if I hadn’t watched my sister lean over and whisper, “You okay? I know tonight’s awkward.” The woman nodded and glanced at my husband. Something cold settled in my stomach. When my husband stepped outside to take a call, I followed him into the hallway. “How long?” I asked. His expression changed immediately. “Please don’t do this here.” That was all the confirmation I needed. “How long?” I repeated. “Almost two years,” he admitted. I stared at him. “And they know?” He didn’t answer. When I walked back into the room, nobody asked why I’d been crying. My mother simply reached across the table, squeezed my hand, and whispered, “Sweetheart, just get through dinner.” I realized then that she wasn’t comforting me. She was asking me to cooperate.
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"Play for the name on the front, and they will remember the name on the back.."
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🚨📉 Manchester United are 18th in Premier League, entering the international break in relegation zone.
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On Halloween 1984, Jono Lancaster was born in the UK with Treacher Collins syndrome, a rare genetic condition that affects how the bones of the face develop.
He was just 36 hours old when his parents, horrified by his appearance, left the hospital without him.
Two weeks after that, a foster carer named Jean took him home, and when he was 5, she officially adopted him.
Growing up, Jono was bullied and hated seeing his own face in the mirror.
In his mid-twenties, Jono wrote to his biological parents. He wanted them to know he was doing well and asked if they'd meet him.
They rejected him for a second time, mailing back a cold, one-sentence note signed by both of them that read: "Regarding this subject, we do not want any contact and further attempts will be ignored."
Instead of giving up, he founded a charity supporting people with facial differences and began traveling the world to meet children with the same condition, to show them they weren't alone.
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🚨Kiernan Dewsbury-Hall on why he left Chelsea for Everton:
🗣️ Kiernan Dewsbury-Hall: “When I left Chelsea for Everton, people acted like I had destroyed my career.
I remember the comments.
‘Why Everton?’
‘Why leave Chelsea?’
‘He’s gone backwards.’
Honestly, some of it made me laugh.
Because people were looking at the badge instead of looking at my career.
Chelsea is a massive club. I respect that.
But being at a massive club doesn’t automatically mean you’re developing.
Sometimes you can be surrounded by £100 million players and still feel like nobody is really watching you.
That was my reality.
I didn’t want to spend another year trying to convince people at Chelsea that I deserved an opportunity.
I wanted to play football.
Real football.
Important football.
And Everton gave me that.
People talk about Everton like it’s some small club.
I’m sorry, but have you actually looked at the history of this football club?
The stadium, the supporters, the expectations — this isn’t a holiday destination.
You walk into Everton and you immediately understand what responsibility feels like.
Then I met David Moyes.
He didn’t treat me like a player who had come from Chelsea looking for somewhere to hide.
He looked me in the eyes and said, ‘If you’re good enough, you’ll play. If you’re not good enough, I’ll tell you.’
I respected that immediately.
At Chelsea, I sometimes felt like I was fighting to be noticed.
At Everton, Moyes made me feel like I had something to prove every single day.
He gave me responsibility.
He gave me freedom.
And he gave me something I desperately needed confidence.
I made mistakes in training and expected him to destroy me.
Instead, he’d say, ‘Again.’
I’d look at him like, ‘What do you mean again?’
He’d say, ‘You heard me. Do it again.’
That changed me.
He didn’t want a player scared of making mistakes.
He wanted a player brave enough to demand the ball when everything was going wrong.
That’s the player I wanted to become.
So when people say I left Chelsea for Everton, I don’t see it as a step down.
I see it as the moment I stopped waiting for somebody else to decide my value.
And maybe that’s what bothers some Chelsea fans.
Because I didn’t leave and disappear.
I left and started becoming the player I believed I could be.
David Moyes gave me responsibility Chelsea couldn’t give me at that moment.
Everton gave me a reason to fight for my place every weekend.
So if you ask me whether I regret leaving Chelsea?
Not for one second.
I didn’t leave Chelsea because Everton was bigger.
I left because Everton was better for me.
That’s the difference.
Sometimes the club with the bigger name isn’t the club that gives you the bigger career.
Chelsea gave me a big badge.
Everton gave me belief.
And David Moyes gave me my football back.
So people can keep calling Everton a small club.
I’ll keep playing for them.
And maybe one day they’ll understand that I didn’t step backwards.
I simply stepped away from the noise and found a manager who actually believed in me.
That was the best decision I could have made.”
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Michael Barker was supposed to be the next great thing to come out of the Everton academy. In 1998 his world was shattered in a split second.
He was a wiry, fearless kid from Garston, Liverpool, who shared a dressing room with a young Wayne Rooney. He had the talent, the hunger and the drive to make it. He was just 14 years old. He was doing what teenage boys do — pushing boundaries, taking risks. He was climbing on a railway bridge. He fell. As he fell, a moving bus hit and dragged him underneath.
The injuries were catastrophic. A fractured skull. A compound fracture to his leg. A crushed foot and heel. His body was described as “battered.” He was left disabled, acquiring cerebral palsy from the trauma. The dream of playing professional football, the dream he had chased since he was a boy, died on that road.
For months he faced agonising rehabilitation. He had to learn how to walk again, how to live with a body that was no longer the same. It would have been so easy to let the bitterness consume him. To watch Rooney’s career skyrocket from a distance and wonder, “Why me?” But Michael Barker refused to let that be the end of his story.
During his recovery his gran showed him an article in the local paper about Everton’s PAN Disability programme, a community initiative for people with disabilities. He went. He was sceptical at first. “I was like, ‘I’m not disabled,’” he later admitted. But when he started training he realised something incredible. The standard was higher than he had imagined. These were not token gestures. These were real footballers with real talent.
He threw himself into it. He played for Everton’s disabled team. He progressed rapidly. Then one night a man in an England tracksuit was watching from the sidelines. That night changed everything. Michael was called up to the England CP squad. He made his debut. He never looked back.
He went on to become one of the most experienced and respected players in the England CP set-up. He won over 75 caps. He won the Golden Boot at the 2011 World Championships in the Netherlands, finishing as the tournament’s top scorer. He represented Great Britain at three Paralympic Games: Beijing 2008, London 2012 and Rio 2016. On the pitch he was a forward, a goalscorer, a leader.
But his greatest legacy is not the goals or the caps. It is the message he sends to every child who has ever been told they can’t do something because of their body. Michael Barker didn’t just survive a horrific accident. He rebuilt his life from the rubble. He found a new way to play the game he loved. He found a new family in the England CP squad. And he did it with a smile.
Wayne Rooney, his old teammate, once said: “Michael’s story is inspirational.” He was right. Michael Barker is not a “what if.” He is a “what is.” He is a Paralympian. He is an international footballer. He is a survivor. And he proved that even when your body is broken, your spirit can still soar.
