Every time I think about Everton I remember my great uncle Illya Wibblovski who settled for a time in the Kirkdale area of Liverpool.
He had a thriving business making and selling special beetroot vodka and taught balalaika and Russian dancing in the evenings in the upstairs room of the Carisbrooke.
He always said he could get the trotskys off the local women as soon as they copped a look at the size of his bolsheviks.
He never gave a vladi vostock about the opposition, he was all for Everton.
He eventually returned to Dnepropetrovsk after the fall of the Berlin Wall and so back to civilisation.
So, without being volga, in memory of great uncle Illya I hope Everton stuff whoever they are playing today.
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