Sunday afternoon; again; this time at The Stadium Of Light. The windy North East doesn’t trouble either
set of fans who turn up in good numbers and good voice. Wiley has a really poor game although unlike
the last howler he doesn’t call back a spurious John son goal. Kicking an Everton player whilst he is down,
pushing an Everton player to the floor in retaliation and going in for the
ankle and not the ball with studs showing on an Everton player are all deemed ‘nothing
much to worry about, eh lads?”
Apparently; so Hackett tells us; Wiley is one of the better Premier League
Officials.
Sunderland weren’t any good and really, neither were
Everton. Three points away with a poor
performance is always welcome.
It’s a long trip to Sunderland, not long enough to daunt the Everton fans
from making the trip. Everyone received a
warm Wearside welcome. The visitors are
hovering on the cusp of Europe and Sunderland are hovering on the cusp of relegation
so a win is vital, a point is OK and a loss isn’t catastrophic although the
season’s run in becomes just a little bit harder as a result. Keane is even generous enough to give a nod
to Everton’s progress under Moyes.
Keane makes changes from the side
that drew last week; the squad isn’t huge but has been doing well at home. Gordon keeps goal with a back four of Bardsley,
Nosworthy, Evans and Collins. The five
across the middle are Stokes, Whitehead, Leadbitter, Richardson and Murphy with
Jones ploughing the furrow alone up front.
The 451 gives you all the information you need to know about what Sunderland will try to do.
Moyes; fresh from two excellent
league performances and an awful UEFA Cup game goes with a positive 442. Howard keeps goal, Hibbert stays at right
back with Yobo and Jagielka in the centre and Lescott remains at left back. Arteta starts after injury, Neville sits in
the middle with Cahill and Pienaar occupies the left flank. Yakubu and John son partner up front. The 442 away from home against a team in
relegation trouble is duly noted.
"Come on lads, this is football not f. uc. kin' line dancing!" The Ugly SIster motivates the Blues (Royal that is!)
The first ten minutes is dull,
lacks skill, cohesion and any sort of goal threat. Wiley does pull back play when Lescott’s run
has taken him deep on the left with time and space to perhaps create
something.
A tired Everton set up to attack
are blunted by a dour Sunderland set up to
defend.
That’s the first half in a
nutshell.
Everton’s most potent threat is
the odd corner or a neat bit of ball work and skill when the players find
themselves in more than a yard of space without being closed down.
Lescott has a couple of shooting
chances but doesn’t fancy going for goal with his feet.
Cahill’s close range effort is
blocked by Bardsley onto the post and the rebound is headed over by John son;
this is off a flurry of late first half corners.
Nothing much in the way of
attacking for the men in Royal Blue or Red, White and Black.
Jagielka shows his pace as he
tracks back to prevent Jones from getting free on the right.
Jagielka comes a rare second in this round o####ood tussle that livened up a dull game.
The refereeing; or lack of
anything resembling skilful officiating; provides the first half talking
points.
Arteta is fouled and smothers the
ball with his arms and head. This doesn’t
mean anything to Stokes whose first kick catches a Spanish arm and who is
allowed a second kick which thankfully doesn’t connect with a face. Hardly worth a whistle and certainly not a
card.
Moyes must have given his charges
a right old fashioned bollocking at the half and Keane brings on the much more
talented Chopra to replace Stokes.
A good early Sunderland chance is
created when Neville is lazy in the middle and allows Richardson to nick the ball, and then Hibbert’s
awful clearance allows Murphy the opportunity to cross. The wide player whips in a lovely ball for
Jones and Lescott has to be strong to protect his goal.
Murphy delivers a neat near post
cross which forces Howard to be alert although nothing is really testing the
big American, defensive snafus are giving him more problems than anything Sunderland muster.
Everton get a goal after some decent
pressure was capitalized on. The tempo
increased from the away side, two fluffed clearances help to maintain it; first
by Leadbitter to concede a soft throw in and secondly from Collins to concede
possession deep inside his own half; why he didn’t smack it into row Z I don’t
know.
"This time the bast-ard in the black can't possibly give me offside, can he?" AJ worries about Wiley.
A poor Hibbert cross is beaten
away and falls to Collins who’ remarkably’ doesn’t hoof it upfield. His pass is intercepted by Yakubu who turns,
looks up and plays a great ball to the penalty spot, Cahill’s leap is only
sufficient to take the ball away from Pienaar at the back post. The South African manages to retain the ball
and keeps it simple with a layback to Arteta, the Spaniard whips in a ball to
the near post which glances of John son’s elbow beyond Gordon.
Sunderland's whole season captured in just one image!
"This one is for you Mags!"
Several replays later the
commentators notice it’s not actually a headed goal, more of an armed
goal. Johnson gets the benefit of being
in the right place at the right time and seals the win.
Heaven is painted Royal Fu. Ck. Ing Blue!
Everton never really look like
getting a second whilst Keane’s changes sting some action into Sunderland who come closest to getting a goal.
Lack of quality and tiredness and
one world class save keeps the score at nil one.
Murphy shows more good skill with
another good cross from the left and then comes off for Reid who doesn’t deliver
one telling ball into the box for the rest of the game.
Nosworthy denies Johnson from a
corner kick and Hibbert does well to stifle the resultant break which sees
Everton well out numbered.
Jagielka makes a double block in
the area after a lovely reverse ball from Prica finds Chopra. The Swede doesn’t do much else in the
game.
The best of the game; from both
sides; comes right at the death.
Anichebe makes a clumsy challenge and gives Sunderland
a free kick in a dangerous area. Reid’s
delivery curls neatly over the wall and looks to be going under the bar, Howard
manages to adjust his flight and reaches up to tip the ball behind. Good free kick and great save.
"Right Jack, this is called a Wall, now just stand there and pretend to be a brick!"
Phil passes on his vast experience to sixteen year old Premier League debutant, Jack Rodwell.
Sunderland
played like a team in the bottom reaches of the Premier League, tough, gritty,
flashes of neat play but on the whole a lot more endeavour than skill.
Played to the tune of Olivia Newtron Bomb - Let's Get Physical!
Everton played tired and lacked
much skill on the ball; they had the extra gear and the skill to worry Sunderland and got a good break on the goal. Defensively they were good and just didn’t
ever test Gordon when going forward. An
away win at this stage of the season is priceless.
"THE UNDERTAKER! WINS UGLY AGAIN!"
David Moyes is fiercly jubilant after a tough old win at Sunderland!
Wiley. Another poor game for the Staffordshire
official.
You can cut him some slack for
awarding a spurious goal, perhaps.
Awarding Bardsley a yellow for a
reckless lunge on Pienaar is awful refereeing.
Unlike in the Laws of the game as
defined by FIFA the laws of the game as applied by Alan Wiley allow one player
to push another player to the ground in retaliation of a tackle and merely get a
talking to.
If the ball is under a player’s
face it’s OK to kick for the ball.
A flying; kuyt inspired; studs up
lunge which is half a yard from the ball is merely a yellow, the player walked
off so it’s really just one of those things.
Diving Spaniards are good for the
game.
On his way to the grass after the faintest of touches...again!
Alan Wiley displaying that infamous fairness he always displays when faced with Royal Blue shirts!
"I'm a little teapot short and stout One arm in and one arm out One for the handle One for the spout Tip me over and the tea pours out"
Alan Wiley gets musical after downing a couple of stiff ones before his last Everton game.
THE
match officials who deprived Everton of the chance to strengthen their
grip on fourth place against Blackburn Rovers have been punished for
their errors.
Referee Alan Wiley, who failed to show David
Dunn a second yellow card for deliberate handball and never pointed to
the spot when Andrew Johnson was fouled by Zurab Khizanishvili, will
not be allowed to take charge o####ame this weekend.
Sunday afternoon at Goodison
Park. Hardly the proper time for football but
nonetheless. Tense game with some
expansive and beautiful Everton play.
Pompey’s very own Diddy man evades his markers to grab an equalizer for
the visitors and the home side is discombobulated for a while. Normal service resumes and Tiny Tim gets
Everton’s second whilst the Yak scores the third of the game and his eighteenth
of the season.
A convoluted trip limits the
number of away fans although the home fans turn up in decent numbers for what
is a European six pointer. The weather
and pitch are fine and the Panto Dame predicts a bore draw. Hardly serious football journalism from Lawro
when both sides have only managed two (home/away) draws from league play this
season. The stakes are high and at both
teams are unbeaten in three so something has to give.
Moyes is starting to encounter
the problems of having a full and functioning squad coupled with the need to
drop or change players. Difficult but a
nice problem to have.
Howard keeps goal, Hibbert occupies
the right back berth after a solid performance against Petrov, Yobo and
Jagielka continue their strong partnership in the centre and Lescott stays at
left back. Carsley and Neville sit deep
with Pienaar Osman and Cahill getting licenses to attack with Yakubu as the
main forward. This is very firmly an
attacking 4 5 1.
"IT'S OK LADS! MOST OF THEM ARE ONLY THIS TALL!"
DAVID JAMES ON THE MIDGET GEMS!
Redknapp has plenty to chose from
and opts for a large 4 5 1. James
continues his long streak in goal the back four has the energy at the flanks in
John son and Hreidarsson and solidity in the middle with Campbell and Distin. Strung across the middle are Bouba Diop,
Diarra, Muntari and Krancjar with Defoe and Kanu up front as a little and large
partnership.
"IS THE BIG GUY ENGLISH?"
CAPELLO, HOT OF THE HELICOPTER FROM BOLTON.
PLENTY OF ENGLISH TALENT ON SHOW!
Before Capello has even taken his
seat (the Italian is hot off the helicopter after watching Bolton
lose) Yakubu has duly scored the opener.
A brisk Everton attack and a clumsy challenge see Pienaar deliver a
nothing ball into the area. Distin is
too slow, John son just watches and the rest of the defence barely moves as
Yobo flicks the ball on for his countryman to stoop and head beyond James. Clocked at fifty seconds.
"FEED THE YAK AND HE WILL SCORE!"
JOHN SON AND JAMES CAN DO NOTHING TO STOP NUMBER SEVENTEEN
Before it’s even begun the game
has turned into a major challenge for Portsmouth. One which in the first half they barely rise to.
Huge swathes of the first half
see some delightful Everton passing and movement which bamboozles and befuddles
Pompey.
My highlight is Pienaar and Cahill
passing to each other as they advance down the left ignorant (seemingly) of the
Pompey defenders they leave for dead.
Nothing comes of all the fancy footwork but a few good saves and
clearances from a stout Pompey back line or a wayward strike from Phil
Neville.
Osman and Cahill have chances and
James gets away with one of his trademark Calamity’s ™.
The Everton player with the
hottest boots is Irish; Carsley has a free kick and two more chances, none of which
find the target.
"EVERYBODY WAS KUNG FU FIGHTING
THOSE GUYS ARE FAST AS LIGHTENING
SOMETIMES IT'S A WAS LITTLE BIT FRIGHTENING
EVERYBODY IS KUNG FU FUGHTING
LA LA LA LAAH!"
THE KUNG FU OF KUYT IS PRACTISED AGAIN AT GOODISON PARK.
John son skinned Pienaar early on
but produced a poor cross and Kranjcar briefly sputtered into life in a half
that until the thirty eighth minutes the visitors looked practically dead and
buried as they foundered on a calmly wonderful Everton back six.
The ground goes into that stunned
away goal silence when from out of the blue John son lays in a lovely ball
which Howard should be rushing off his line to claim. The big yank doesn’t and the little Englishman
slips between two vastly bigger but static defenders to graze the ball with the
faintest of touches beyond a flailing Howard for the equalizer.
Who picked up Defoe’s run and why
didn’t Howard move. For a normally solid
defence that was shocking.
"SILENCE IS GOLDEN"
UNLESS IT'S THAT GHASTLY SILENCE THAT FOLLOWS AN AWAY GOAL
POMPEY'S VERY OWN MIDGET GEM GETS AN UNEXPECTED EQUALIZER.
Everton still press in the last
five but some of the conviction has slipped from their play.
Moyes keeps things the same and
Harry must have given some sort of fire-breathing-barnstorming-Churchillean
monologue to inspire his players.
The visitors emerged from the
tunnel with their proverbial tails up, Defoe and Yakubu were swapping goal
celebrations and everyone was happy.
Ten minutes into the half and
Everton had barely gotten into second gear.
The champagne had gone flat and it took a determined team effort to haul
their sorry arses back into the game, they were just getting going and starting
to move forward with some purpose when the key managerial input came.
Moyes switched to a 4 4 2 and
brought off Hibbert for John son, Neville slotted in to the right back role and
John son caused immediate mayhem.
A rapid and ball hungry outlet
pulled the Pompey defence all over the park.
The interplay between the front
two was nice to see and effective, Pompey retreated back into their shell and
even the addition of Utaka’s pace and skill made little difference to the
Blues’ dominance.
Things were still tense though as
without a goal Pompey could sneak one or the game could end drawn.
Tensions eased and the noise
level rose after some neat play on the left produced a classic Cahill headed
goal.
SOMEWHERE IN TIM CAHILL'S LINEAGE IS A WALLABY!
THE EXCELLENT OZZIE LEAPS TO GET HIS TENTH OF THE SEASON
The Australian played a ball out
to the left from deep, Yakubu got on the end of it and played in Pienaar, the
South African whose crosses the ball into the six yard box, Cahill has
continued his run and not been picked up and rose magnificently to bury one,
his tenth of the year.
John son scored but the goal was
called back for a tight offside and James had another Calamity ™ yet got way
with it.
The icing on the cake (albeit not
a clean sheet) was Yakubu’s second goal.
Portsmouth lost the ball in the Everton
half and John son picked up the clearance, his crossfield ball flew fourty
yards and caught Campbell in an indecisive mood,
the ex-Gunner let the ball go behind him and the Yak took the gift, turned Campbell inside around and
hammered the ball beyond a stunned James.
FEED THE YAK AND HE WILL SCORE!
NUMBER EIGTHEEN IS ABOUT TO BEAT JAMES AFTER YAKUBU BAMBOOZLES CAMPBELL.
Everton finished
professionally.
Everton played well; they dug
themselves a hole, blundered around in it for a while before pulling themselves
out of it and playing even better.
Happy with the goals, unhappy
with equalizer and the twenty minutes of mental lethargy.
Happiest with the mental
toughness that turned the game around in the second half.
Loved the changed from 4 5 1 to 4
4 2.
EXHIBIT B - HOW BEING A FOOTBALL MANAGER WILL SERIOUSLY DAMAGE YOUR COMPLEXION!
The first half was an intimate
exercise; football in microsm; play well but don’t score and you leave yourself
vulnerable.
2008 is becoming a good year for
Everton in the Premier League.
Seems the defeats in the two domestic
cups were forgotten in the cold of Norway and the team was celebrated
in the six-one European Night.
Thursday will be the toughest
test for the team of the season so far.
Fiorentina are good, hungry, and unfamiliar. To repeat the efforts and enjoy the
performances of the 1984/85 season the team needs to play very well against one
of Italy’s
best sides. Tough but eminently
dooable. COYB
Pompey weren’t in the game for
long periods but could have gotten three points.
"OIY LADS! QUICK! OVER 'ERE - LOOKS LIKE HARRY"S GOING FOR THE HIGH NOTE!" MR REDKNAPP's URGING HIS TEAM ON WITH SONG!
On small things games turn, for
example Defoe. On another day Pompey
score a second and kill the game. Today
they weren’t good enough to do that but good enough to frustrate and get at
Everton without causing Howard too many worries.
Mariner. Pretty good game lah!
Note to Andre: check the video of
the game, notice that Distin had his arms all over Lescott whilst holding him
down, and notice the pushes John son applied at crucial moments to Lescott and
Yakubu. All three offences happened in
the penalty area. Penalties, maybe I’m
not an expert, I’m just mentioning them in case you didn’t see them.
Oop the East Lancs Road
for a jaunt to the Eastlands Stadium.
Cra ppy weather in Manchester (no change
there then really), and some pretty cra ppy football from Manchester City. Everton played very well and ran out fairly
comfortable two goal winners. Howard
gets tested late, Hibbo stifles Petrov, Elano is cr ap, Benjani is AWOL in the
second half and we have a red for the petulant Bulgarian. Stiles, well some quite good and some pretty
awful.
Short trip North East ensures a
good away turnout in Manchester. The weather didn’t douse the fans’ enthusiasm
or voices. Spark is added to the match
with Everton old boys Dunne and Ball playing for City and the stadium is a
regular haven for managers and ex managers.
Taking a pew are Big Sam, Peter Reid, Roy Keane, Steve Bruce and Fabio
Capello. On the pitch it’s a European
six pointer.
Moyes changes the side that
thrashed SK Brann and opts for a familiar 4 4 1 1. Howard keeps goal, Hibbert slots in at right
back, Yobo, Jagielka and Lescott operate to his left. Carsley and Neville sit deep with Pienaar
Osman and Cahill getting licenses to attack with Yakubu as the main forward. Some might call this 4 2 3 1 or 4 5 1 or 4 2
2 1, really just ignore them.
A SCOT AND A SWEDE WATCH THE BLUE ACTION AT EASTLANDS!
Hard to change a winning team so
Sven doesn’t. The Swede selects the same
eleven that beat Manchester United. Hart
keeps goal with a back four of Onuoha, Richards, Dunne and Ball, the five man
midfield is Petrov, Ireland, Fernandes, Hamman, Vassel
with Benjani up front on his own. A
pretty standard 4 5 1, although perhaps best suited to the away side.
City starts off on the front foot
and gets nowhere. All half they had
plenty of possession and did nothing with it, Howard had to come and punch or
claim a few balls but didn’t have to save.
Everton defended thirty yards out and a narrow City just kept mindlessly
bashing up against a blue wall.
City’s best cross came just
before the interval when Fernandes whipped a ball between Howard and the
defenders, Benjani spent too much time wondering what it was and the chance
went.
The visitors threatened Hart all
the first half, crisply bringing the ball out of defence or from a ball won in
midfield and going straight at City with pace and bags of ideas.
Richards probably didn’t give
Everton it’s first penalty of the Premier League season as Stiles was blind or
just unsighted.
Hart saves well from Yakubu at
the near post.
Pienaar hits the bar.
Finally the traveling fans get
their goal. Feed the Yak and he Will
Score!
A deep throw in down the right
comes infield to Yakubu, Cahill’s running off Hamman finds the diminutive Ozzie
in space, he beats the first man and whips a cross through the legs of the
second, Yakubu had continued his run and finishes with clarity and clamness
over Hart. Great move, super finish and
a well earned 0-1.
FEED THE YAK AND HE WILL SCORE - THAT'S SIXTEEN FOR THE SEASON SO FAR!
City’s response, Petrov; stifled
all night by Hibbert; blast one wide from twenty five yards.
Carsley is feeling up for the
game and starts an attack from his own half, he is fouled by Hamman on the edge
of the area and Stiles is just poor.
Everton keep cutting through the
City midfield and back line and win a corner, it goes way too long and the
Irishman is a willing runner. Carsley
looks up and lobs a ball to wards the back post, Dunne and Hart are ball
watching as Lescott adds to his excellent tally for the season with a neatly
finished looping header back over Hart and into the far corner. Sloppy defending seals the game.
GOAL SCORER AND GOAL PROVIDER CELEBRATE THE FORMER WOLVES DEFENDER'S EIGHGTH OF THE SEASON!
Eriksson removes Hamman; well
played by Cahill; and opts for the more fluid attacking verve of the Brazilian,
Elano. Moyes keeps his side the same,
just asks them to sit a little and take the pace out of the game.
Ball’s challenge prevents Cahill
from giving Everton and early 0-3 lead after good work with Yakubu off a throw
in.
City mount some pressure but
continue to be easy to defend, they lack width, Elano and Petrov aren’t
delivering good balls into the area, Benjani is barely a threat and the
substitutions don’t really change much.
It’s only in the final ten minutes when City start to try playground
football that Howard actually has some saves to make.
Mexican Castillo gets onto a
loose ball and fires through a crowd, Howard gets down well and Jagielka
clears.
Petrov fires one straight at
Howard, meat and drink.
A cross sees Howard punch the
ball against Benjani, Jagielka clears the loose ball.
Other than one Dunne chance; off
a dodgy free kick decision that Petrov delivered well; City were pretty dire
really.
Everton continued to threaten and
defend extremely well, Jagielka being outstanding alongside Yobo.
Pienaar is replaced by Fernandes
who is in turn replaced by JJohn son, perhaps worrying Moyes in terms of
upcoming games with Carsley suspended after a fifth Yellow.
JJohn son and the Yak had half
chances but Everton’s best second half chance fell to Carsley, the midfielder
took advantage of Stiles’ play on call and walloped the ball goalwards before
City had even organized a wall, Hart was equal to the shot and parried it
over.
Petrov’s petulance lands him in
hot water at the end of the match, an odd whistle from Stiles; although play
still goes on; see Yakubu run away from the Bulgarian who aims a kick at the
Nigerian. Nothing is given for that one. Almost at the end of the game Petrov looses
out to Osman and tries to play some footsie with the back of Osman’s calf.
Stiles thinks, “EH! I CAN GET IN THE HEADLINES TOMORROW LETS GIVE HIM A
STRAIGHT RED!” and dishes out an automatic three match ban. Even I thought it a bit harsh and I support
Everton.
PETROV TAKES AN EARLY BATH!
Everton outplayed and out thought
City in every department tonight. Bloody
brilliant performance from a team full of beans (‘swagger’ as Tim Sherwood
describes it). Threatening goals all
game and solid at the back, it could have been three or four nil instead of just
two nil. Many this season have talked
about how the team is pretty ‘workmanlike’ without Arteta. No Arteta tonight and hardly workmanlike!
Beating Manchester United was a
bit flukey and it showed. City tried
exactly the same stuff that didn’t work at Goodison and got beat. Substitutions didn’t work and moving from a 4
5 1 through to something resembling a 1 1 8 in the final minutes they still
barely troubled the visitors. Pretty
poor in all areas of the pitch. What can
be done to stop this malaise at home?
Stiles, headline grabbing
arse! He can play a good advantage
sometimes! How can the man who has given
more penalties than any other Premier League referee not point to the spot at
least once tonight? Burley slaughtered
him and I pretty much agree with most of what the Scot said. Still at the end of the day even cra ppy
refereeing couldn’t deny a thoroughly enjoyable win.
Traveling support loud and proud as the Blues win away from home in Europe again. Less
than brilliant but professional and mostly solid.
Brann Stadion in chilly; hovering
around the freezing mark; Bergen Norway had a
hostile and vocal atmosphere for such a small stadium. Everton’s traveling fans were mostly drowned
out by the whistles, boos and cheers of the home support. Great atmosphere for a European night.
"DEATH IS MY BUSINES...AND BUSINESS IS GOOD!" PROFOUND THOUGHTS FROM A VENERATED MEMBER OF THE UNDERTAKING PROFESSION AND THRASH METAL FREAK!
Moyes; without his full squad to
pick from; went 4 4 2. Yakubu; naughty,
punished and forgiven; played up front alongside John son. An unfamiliar look to the midfield with Osman
and Fernandes wide with Cahill and Carsley in the centre. Jagielka continued in the centre of defence
alongside Yobo with Neville and Lescott operating as fullbacks. Howard keeps goal.
ONE FOR MUM!
A squad full of internationals;
unbeaten in nineteen at home and current Norwegian Champions went with an
attacking 4 4 2. Mjelde keeps Norwegian
number one Opdal in goal with a back four of Dahl, Bjarnason, Sigurdson and
Hanstveit. Moen operated on the left
with Bakke, El-Fakiri and Solli inside him.
Up front Helstad is a threat alongside Karadas.
Everton have an early chance for
Yak but his shot is weak. Carsley is
called into action at the other end.
Brann aren’t shy to come forward
and drop 6 men back when Everton come forward.
A lack of natural width forces
Everton through the middle where Brann are strong.
Yakubu and John son don’t really
work together they are just both up front.
A discombobulated midfield can’t
get many good balls forward and shows sloppiness in possession.
Jagielka is a rock at the back
bar one fluff with Lescott (similar to the howlers against Arsenal); thankfully
Helstad is a bit rusty and doesn’t take a shot.
The Brann corner kick is an
excellent weapon; crowd the six yard area and hamper the goalkeeper; almost
worked in the last minute of the half but for a Bakke arm across Howard; those
almost always get given.
Osman provides the goalmouth
entertainment he only brought a fine save from Opdal on his third try.
Brann could have been ahead,
Karadas’ header flashed over from a wonderfully flighted free kick. Moen was the bright spot for the home side;
always good deliveries. Brann had more
possession but lacked alacrity in attack, particularly Karadas; Helstad would
have been more assured in front of goal mid season.
No changes at the half, surely DM
made a few choice remarks at half time though.
Everton start off the second as
they did in the first half. Some decent
play and possession. Cahill came close
with a good run and shot which may or may not have been touched onto the post
by Opdal.
The visitors kept playing hard
without really threatening when the breakthrough fell their way. A robust Cahill tackle on the left didn’t
interest the referee, he pokes the ball to John son who gets forward, he is
pushed wide but manages a decent cross; Dahl’s clearing header only finds the
venomous right boot of Osman who send the ball rocketing back beyond the
defenders and Opdal.
OSSIE DOES HIS JIMBO IMPRESSION!
Brann don’t give up. They work hard and push Everton back.
The home side’s corner kicks
still cause problems and Howard has to be alert to gather Helstad’s header;
Neville had closed his eyes or something at the back post and left his man
free.
Some of the Blue defending is
sloppy but Jagielka seems to be in the right place to stick out a foot or win
the ball. Substitutions with twenty odd
minutes to go energize Brann; a Gambian international tests Howard when the
defence fails to close him down and the winger adds something.
Everton start to work the ball a
bit more and apply a professionalism to the game to kill it off; this doesn’t
involve flopping all over the place as they do in Italy.
A late Brann charge has Everton
sitting deep and keeping almost everyone back.
Lescott breaks with a galloping
and most unorthodox style down the left, he looks up and shows that he has
practiced his crosses with a superb delivery that finds Anichebe at the back
post, a cool finish over the ‘keeper seals the win and probably the tie. Was it offside? Possibly, I’ve seen those flagged back before
now, but the Bulgarian official kept his flag down.
VICTOR FINISHES WITH A FLOURISH!
TIM, CAN YOU JUST F..U..C..K.. OFF, WE'RE HAVING A "GOAL SCORING" MOMENT!
Carsley and others did the brave,
mad or ambivalent thing with shirtsleeves.
Everton won albeit with two decisions which on another day they might
not have gotten. Professional away win;
which has become their stamp in Europe this
season. Winning when you don’t play all
that well is a bonus and kind of makes up for some of the losses when we’ve
actually played better and lost. Surely
this a ticket to the last sixteen and probably a trip to Italy or maybe a return trip to Norway.
Hey! Yes You! The Idiots Who Inavded The
Pitch At The Final Whistle. I Know You
Are Excited But Your Stupidity Could Result In Everton Being Censured By UEFA!
Mjelde can take a lot from this
game. His side stood up and attacked
well, defended well but showed too much rustiness to score. They played better in the first half than the
second but couldn’t put away the chances they had. They will enjoy a trip to Liverpool
in the next leg but only a home disaster or an away miracle can give them the
win.
The Bulgarian referee allowed the
game to flow, some robust challenges were let go before Cahill won the
ball. That seemed in character with the
rest of the game. Could the linesman
have given offside, well yes he could, he didn’t and the second goal
stands.
Goodison Park on a sunny Saturday. The expected three points didn’t come easy
but the splendid performance of Phil Jagielka at both ends of the field gave
the Blues the win. A few times with the
ball on the deck Everton looked good, mostly they looked out of sorts. UEFA Cup is next on the agenda. . .
Good support from both home and
away supporters was in evidence but sporadic, the home fans allowed the tense
feeling after two nil-nils to affect their noise. No Sylvester Stallone; which was a real shame.
Moyes opts for a 4 5 1 to start,
injuries, AWOL players and lack of fitness hamper his selection. Howard keeps goal, Neville moves to right
back alongside the returning Yobo and Jagielka, Lescott moves to the left. Carsley sits in front of the back four, Fernandes
is the deepest of the five midfielders with Osman and Arteta wide and Cahill
behind the lone John son.
Coppell continues to plug away
with his brand of football. Hahnemann
keep’s goal with Shorey, Sonko, Cisse and Murty at the back. Oster makes a return to Goodison with Harper
and Matejovsky covering in front of the defence Hunt on the left and Doyle
supporting the sole attacker, Kitson.
Howard gets a chance to warm his
hands after an early Hunt free kick gets a wicked deflection and almost creeps
in. Reading’s next best chance come right at the
end of the half with an Oster free kick having the bend to get over the wall
but not to get under the bar.
The first forty five was pretty
poor from the home side, in no small part to a well managed and resolute
Coppell side. Both sides harry, hassled,
hacked and herded each other with little opportunity to mount much attacking
threat.
Everton keep the ball, look
before they pass and keep their heads and create the first neat pattern of play
for the quiet crowd, Hahnemann is equal to the move but the opening was neatly
crafted.
Oster played well on his return, John
son ran fruitlessly chasing poor passes and high balls, Hunt was integral to
anything decent from Reading
and Fernandes was wasteful with his passes.
The home side always seemed second to the loose ball, even when they won
the tackle.
Cahill has the best opportunities
for the Blues, a late header crept over and a shanked effort well wide after
some neat build up play and a good Osman turn, had his Portuguese midfield
partner given the travel stained Aussie the shout the chance would have been
much easier.
Highlight of the first half
though was all about Ireland. Carsley let Hunt know he was there with a
pretty nasty tackle. Hunt stumbles and
falls then bounces up with his International compatriot firmly in his
crosshairs, one of his big defenders is quick enough of thinking to bearhug his
fiery teammate before fists fly and cards are issued. Storm in a teacup despite the commentary, two
minutes later they shook hands.
LADS! THE GOAL IS THAT WAY!
Moyes pulls of the ineffective
Fernandes and moves to a 4 4 2 with the introduction of Vaughn. Coppell keeps things the same. Thoughts go to Joe Royle in the commentary
box, “Second half is always better you know. Promise”.
Reading manages a quick shot to start the
second half. The Blue response takes a
little while to build but is much more potent than in the tepid first
half.
Six minutes in Vaughn skins Sonko
on the left and puts in a lovely ball that splits Hahnemann and his defenders, neither
Cahill nor John son can connect though.
Two players up front have given
Everton a different dimension, the game is more open and the home side is
staring to play and pass better.
First one corner is headed over
by Vaughn then a second is put wide by a defender as Everton pressure
mounts.
Arteta’s next corner is cleared
as far as Osman who intelligently plays the ball back in to the far post,
Jagielka has beaten the offside and loops a header over the American
‘keeper.
JAG RISES AND NODS HOME HIS FIRST PREMIER LEAGUE GOAL FOR THE BLUES!
The goal energized Everton; who
are starting to win more balls and play more in the Reading
half; Reading
are deflated but still gallant battle on.
Two Coppell changes redress the
balance with Malian international Kebe coming close after a terrible Lescott
mistake lets him attack Howard’s goal.
Jagielka’s last ditch block probably saves the three points.
The entire back line was peppered
late on, held well with Carsley filling in the holes.
Two chances come in the final
moments of the game, Harper gets onto a loose ball and a good shot takes the
paint off the upright. In front of the
Gladwys Street End John son can’t finish after rounding Hahnemann to open up Reading from a good Vaughn
header on.
Everton didn’t play well and they
still managed to get the points.
Jagielka was man of the match by a mile; although the entire back line
played well. Reading’s stifling play didn’t allow Everton
much room to pass or play and they looked most dangerous on set pieces. The three points is a welcome boon after two goalless
draws and UEFA Cup progression against SK Brann is next on the agenda.
Coppell’s side played well
without really threatening much. They came
for a point and looked good for it throughout the first half. Managerially the goal was soft and the lack
of much test for Howard is a worry. Too
good to go down, perhaps, seven losses on the bounce hasn’t demoralized Reading though they have
to pick up points and soon.
Halsey was excellent, a few good
advantages highlighted his intent and he didn’t need to brandish any
cards.
A different referee may have
given two penalties, although if one wasn’t given it’s unlikely the other one
would be.
GOOD GAME! GOOD GAME!
Praise where praise is due. Hopefully that will be noted in the other
post match reports or interviews.
Ewood Park bathed in the sun of a Saturday afternoon
as the six or eight thousand traveling fans made the atmosphere sparkle. Three decisons changed the game. Despite the interference of the referee and
his assistant the game had plenty of talking points but not goals.
The trip to Blackburn meant
plenty of Blues fans had made the trip to Ewood Park. The weather was pleasant enough and the pitch
was in pretty decent condition. Teams
with European aspirations doing battle, the sort of game against your rivals
that is more important than the games against the top three, perhaps.
Without some key players Hughes
has to make do in defence. Friedel keeps
goal behind a makeshift back four of Emerton, Ooijer, Khizanishvili and
Warnock.
A five man midfield includes the
recently called up England man Bentley alongside Reid, Derbyshire, Dunn and
Pederson, Santa Cruz occupies the lone role up front in a 451 with the emphasis
on width and defence.
TURNER IS ABOUT 5'10" or 6' SO A STANDARD SIZED COFFIN WOULD BE ABOUT RIGHT...
Moyes battered by injuries and
ACoN absentees picks a pretty standard 4 4 1 1.
Howard keeps goal, Neville drops into the defence alongside Capello
favourite, Lescott, Jagielka and Baines.
Carsley sits in front of the back four alongside Fernandes, Osman plays
on the left with Arteta on the right. Cahill
operates behind Johnson in attack.
As early of the second minute
Blackburn show that they have been watching and preparing for the visit of
Everton, Santa Cruz
easily evades his marker and gets behind Carsley at the front post but glances
his header just wide.
Two sides with one foot in the
‘clean sheet then score’ camp provide a scrappy opening; space and time are at
a premium as defence and midfield are solid and clogged respectively.
Friedel’s first real test comes
after Lescott romps upfield and plays in Neville, the cross is good but
Johnson’s run isn’t and the big American stopper comes to claim the cross.
The visitors start to dominate
possession but don’t really do much with it.
SPOT THE BALL
Dunn gets a yellow for a tackle
on Arteta.
Blackburn’s
strength on the wide positions is demonstrated with a cunning Pederson free
kick.
Everton pressure from the right
sees Arteta play some give and go with Cahill, space opens up for the Spaniard
and Friedel does well to parry the ball wide, from the corner kick an Osman
drive narrowly misses the upright.
Bentley demonstrates his intent
as Everton display their closing down and the shot goes well high.
Dunn is bamboozled by a cheeky
Neville flick so deliberately uses his hand to win the ball. Riley is only a few yards away and gives the
foul but mysteriously decides that the rules for ‘deliberate handball’ don’t
apply this afternoon and all Dunn gets is a brief chat.
More Everton pressure and another
corner kick and Jagielka’s stab is headed off the line from Dunn.
Neither manager makes half time
changes.
The first half starts with a wh!z
b@ng wh@llop.
Bentley forces a good save from
Howard as he breaks down the right channel and unleashes an unexpected low
drive. Howard clears his lines quickly
and Everton are on the counter, good work down the left see the ball arrive at
Cahill’s feet, he spots the late run of Fernandes and lays the perfect ball on
a plate for the Portuguese midfielder.
The away fans behind the goal groan as Fernandes manages to whack the
ball straight at Friedel.
The play calms down but Everton
retain the ball better and attack better, they aren’t able to really test
Friedel.
Arteta has his range on the dead
ball deliveries and a fantastic cross from the right is too good for anybody
else on the pitch and sails harmless through the six yard box at the perfect height
for the merest of glances to turn it in the net.
The game drags on and starts to
get feisty, two or three dodgy calls from Greg Turner, one classic in which
Arteta is bustled off the ball from behind his flag goes up for a Blackburn
throw in and Riley comes rumbled over from thirty odd yards away and reverses
the awful and wrong decision.
Fernandes hits the base of a much
relieved Friedel from a free kick.
Hughes makes a second change and
turns the game, Tu#### replaces Derbyshire which added to the inclusion
previously of McCarthy gives Blackburn that
boost up front and in the middle. The
game is more open now with Blackburn able to
keep the ball, build pressure and threaten Howard.
Late on Vaughn shows great desire
and beats a Blackburn defender to the ball,
Friedel comes out but Vaughn shows his mettle with a challenge against Friedel
that wins the ball, the Everton substitute is first to the loose ball and hooks
it into the path of the onside Johnson, the Everton striker rounds and
Khizanishvili and scores. Only when the
ball is in the net does Mr. Turner raise his flag for offside.
GLEN, WORLD CUP OR NOT YOU GOT IT WRONG YESTERDAY!
Tu#### has a late chance and to
end the game Santa Cruz
gets free in the area and smashes the ball just over the crossbar.
Everton played well enough
considering they fielded two players carrying knocks and a third who is not
fully match fit. They played well in
parts against a difficult opponent and created some good chances that they failed
to take. When they did take them they
were penalized. Had they played the
match against the ten men following Dunn’s handball things may have been
different.
A point away isn’t too bad a
result and we are still in fourth. The
team is missing Yakubu, Pienaar and Yobo.
Hughes played a makeshift back
four that managed to keep a clean sheet.
His substitutions made the game closer than it should have been and he
got lucky with some wrong decisions. His
team is built to be hard and tough but that hampers the goal threat. Considering a point against a top four team
is quite a good result for Sparky. His
moaned about McCarthy not getting a penalty can be ignored, he was fifty yards
away at the time.
Riley was his usual good
self. Plenty of common sense applied and
officiated with a smile and without getting flustered.
Three decisions changed the
game.
First only he knows why he
ignored the following and let Dunn continue to play.
Disciplinary sanctions
There
are circumstances when a caution for unsporting behaviour
is
required when a player deliberately handles the ball, e.g. when a
player:
•
deliberately and blatantly handles the ball to prevent an opponent
gaining
possession
Second he ran thirty or more
yards to correct a wrong call from the near touchline assistant referee, Glen
Turner.
Third he didn’t stop play when
McCarthy went down quicker than a strumpet’s knickers at Mardi Gras under the
challenge of Jagielka.
Glen Turner may have gone to Germany to
officiate at the World Cup but his wrong offside decision against Andy Johnson
was poor form. You can see it in his
mind, “these blue boys have been shouting at me all this half, and I’ll show
them”. If an assistant doesn’t actually
know how to recognize what an offside is or isn’t then he shouldn’t be on the
touchline.
JJB Stadium; a football game in a rugby town, a football game on a
rugby pitch. Perhaps that’s why the
stadium is rarely filled for football?
Both Moyes and Bruce keep improving their sides. Today though Everton were an example of a
team not playing particularly well but taking all three points. Wigan had more ball but couldn’t really use
it, Bramble has his usual howler and the pitch more than played a part in an
away win.
...and it was only after I'd finished burying him that I realized his coffin was upside down..!
Almost a local derby; but not
quite; plenty of fans made the trip to the JJB Stadium from the City Of Culture. Expectations were high from both sides. Moyes’ side continues to do well in the
Premier League and Bruce’s squad seem too good to go down. The pitch was heavy and was cutting up during
pre match practice. Kept on the heavy
side for the rugby games; it’s not a great surface to play on, for either
side.
Bruce selected a bit of pace and
guile wide but more grit and grind in the middle, height and crosses looked to
be the order of the day. Pretty orthodox
4 4 2 for the ex United defender, Kirkland
keeps goal behind a back line of Melchiot, Scharner, Bramble and Kilbane
(himself an ex Blue). The middle had new
signing Palacios on the right with Brown and Landzaat inside him and Valencia
on the left. Bent and Heskey provide
brawn up front.
