"Sit down, and relax. Augenthaler is going that deep he is like Jacques Cousteau. Get the ball into the box to Sharpy and Andy and the Gwladys Street will suck it in."
Howard Kendall's words resonated so richly that they have become part of Goodison folklore.
They even named the Gwladys Street stand after him.
And 36 years after that electrifying evening Howard's theory still held water.
Even with a fraction of its 10,611 capacity being utilised the Gwladys Street still possessed the power to inspire, the ability to motivate.
After a frustrating first 45 minutes against a stubborn Wolves side, Everton were struggling to prove they were any better with a crowd inside Goodison Park than they have been playing in front of empty seats.
Then they turned round and attacked a quarter-full, but still noisy, Gwladys Street End.
The record of Carlo Ancelotti's side on the last 13 occasions they had turned round 0-0 at the break was worrying - one victory, five draws and seven defeats.
But with a crowd present, Seamus Coleman forced a corner, Gylfi Sigurdsson milked the appreciative applause as he trotted over to take it, then he clipped a sweetly inviting cross to meet the parabola of Richarlison's prodigious leap and the ball arced into the Gwladys Street net.
We've heard a lot about herd immunity these harrowing past months. And we're still not sure that it's a thing.
But herd mentality is.
Six thousand 500 like-minded people, all with one purpose, screaming, shouting and demanding the same outcome can transmit to the 11 people tasked with effecting that outcome.
The match was littered with incidents involving Everton players doing just that little bit more, and being rewarded with rousing cheers. From Ben Godfrey launching into tackles like a Chieftain tank on steroids, to Michael Keane ending a 30-yard foot race with the absurdly fast Adama Traore with a beautifully timed sliding tackle. From Seamus Coleman chasing down Traore again to prevent a cross to the Gwladys Street bursting into song in time added on to dredge out one last ounce of effort.
Richarlison, a player who has looked detached on occasions this season, covered more yards than he has for weeks.
Of course the presence of fans inside a stadium doesn't always spell good news for everybody.
Jordan Pickford, a goalkeeper often criticised for becoming too emotionally involved in matches and sometimes playing to the gallery, has been a player reborn over the past few months of silent stadia.
But with the crowd chanting and cheering he was as accomplished tonight, in front of England boss Gareth Southgate once again, as he has been in front of empty galleries.
He produced two excellent saves to thwart Morgan Gibbs-White and a deflected Fabio Silva strike, and showed impeccable handling and decision-making all night.
Those stops were as important as Richarlison's solitary goal.
The win was important, too.
Statistically Europe may still be a remote possibility, but the win meant Everton ended with an average of 1.15 points per home match. Woeful, but at least tonight's three points just about avoiding the ignominy of being the worst ]home record in the club's 143-year history. Ian Buchan's 1957/58 side still retain that dishonour - when they had the benefit of playing in front of gates as vast as 71,868.
With a full Goodison Park present every week next season maybe we can see a little bit more of what we witnessed tonight?
