On the 21st April 2019, I went to the Landseer Arms just off the Holloway Road for a few pre-game beers before heading to the Emirates. I sat outside with friends basking in the glorious sunshine, chuckling at Sp*rs’ defeat to City the day before and eating pizza. I remember this very well because I spilt tomato sauce all over my new jeans. Then Everton kicked-off against Manchester United and via our phones we found out they’d raced to a two-goal lead. How we cheered when Walcott grabbed the fourth before we triumphantly set-off towards the Emirates.  On a 10-game winning streak at home and up against a mid-table Crystal Palace with nothing to play for, it looked like Unai Emery...
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