Everton Fan Sheila Parr Reacts to Brentford Signing Jordan Henderson and New Club Shares
You’ll be glad to know I caught the latest Everton gossip, though it’s mostly been a case of watching paint dry, with a dash of bitterness. Brentford, that little blip on the map, has just brought in Jordan Henderson. Not that I’ll shed a tear for him — he’s been sliding down the Premier League’s greasy pole for a while now. Ajax waved him off with a handshake and a free transfer, proper smooth, like they’re doing us a favour.
He’s signed a two-year deal — probably just enough time to forget what a proper midfield looks like. And all this coming after Keith Andrews took the reins as head coach. Honestly, I’m not sure if Brentford’s chasing glory or just trying to stay out of trouble, but fair play for taking a gamble on a Liverpool old-timer who’s seen better days than a pair of well-worn boots.
Henderson’s words? “After a couple of years away I still have that fire to come back and play in the Premier League again.” Well, love, that fire must be flickering because what I saw last season was mostly sparks of disinterest. He calls the Premier League “the best league in the world.” I’d say it’s the most chaotic — a proper soap opera, and not the glamorous Hollywood kind. More like a Lidl discount aisle, full of broken dreams and broken players.
Brentford, eh? They say it’s a big challenge to come back to the top of the heap. The only challenge for us Evertonians is whether the owners will ever crack a smile or show some backbone. As for Henderson — he’s a good lad, I suppose, but I’d rather see our midfield look bothered than just turned up for the pension.
And these new owners? Gary Lubner and Sir Matthew Vaughn have bought their shares, probably thinking of fancy titles and hedge funds. Meanwhile, we’re just trying to keep the lights on and the pride intact. But mark my words — if I see one more “project” or “long-term plan,” I’ll throw my scarf at the telly.
This city bleeds blue, not crumbles under suits and fancy words. Keep your Hollywood backing and your transfers. Everton’s all about grit, heart, and a bit of old-school banter. We don’t need a new midfielder to tell us the league’s hard. We already know it’s a battle every week, whether we’re winning or just bloody surviving.
Anyway, love, the story’s not over yet. We’ll be watching, showing up, and keeping the faith. Because that’s what Everton does — we’re terrible, but we’re loyal. And that, in the end, beats any fancy transfer or slick ownership deal.
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