Let’s hope we see the end of Everton in the EPL | OneFootball

Wowee,  new Everton owners the Friedkin Group, have sacked manager Sean Dyche.

Obviously a team going nowhere fast, this busted flush of a football club need more than a new stadium to revive their dwindling fortunes.

Everton have been rubbish for years, whilst their supporters have always found reasons to dislike Newcastle United.

Obviously not wanting anyone else to gatecrash their more illustrious neighbours Liverpool’s jaunt in the Septic Six pecking order.

I was the very vociferous young man who actually christened them the ‘Scouse Mackems’ after they had beaten us, courtesy of a Tony Cottee debut hat-trick, on the first day of the season in 1988.

I’m also the bloke who invented ‘Wheeze Keys are Theeze’ in the Roker End during a goalless draw against Sunderland, in another one of the mackems’ relegation seasons in 1985.

I used the term ‘scouse mackems’ in front of quite a few Toon fans in a heated moment with Toffees fans in 1988. I had never ever heard it used before and I continued to call them it whenever the opportunity arose, whether it be at a game or in writing etc.

When I served my apprenticeship in South Shields in the early 80s it was about a 50/50 split at work between Newcastle and Sunderland.

The black and whiters would regularly wind up the South Tyneside Sunderland fans with ‘Wheeze Keys are Theeze.’ They hated being tarnished and associated with the mackem accent.

I’m definitely claiming copyright of it on the terraces. There had been a little bit of trouble in the Fulwell in 85 and as our supporters were thrown out onto the pitch and made their way down towards the Roker End, I pulled my keys out of my pocket to welcome our fans and mock the mackems.

My solitary mantra caught on, hallelujah.

Which brings me perfectly around to why it would be great to see Everton at last take the plunge into the Championship.

I have never enjoyed Jordan Pickford’s theatrics against Newcastle United and I once had a massive beef and spat with a Liverpool Echo journalist in the 1990s, who had spread lies about my club.

I eventually received an apology from that publication’s Editor, who agreed that his scribe had been in his words, ”scurrilous and misleading, and trying to make Newcastle United look like a Darlington or Hartlepool.”