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 of a good 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.

Nothing Much changes for Alan Wiley

Referee Alan Wiley dropped after Everton clangers

Feb 6 2008

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 of a game this weekend.

Sunderland:-

Gordon

Bardsley

Nosworthy

Evans

Collins

Stokes (Chopra 46)

Whitehead

Leadbitter (Prica 74)

Richardson

Murphy (Reid 67)

Jones

 

Bookings:-

Whitehead

Bardsley

 

Goals:-

 

 

Everton:-

Howard

Hibbert

Yobo

Jagielka

Lescott

Arteta

Neville

Cahill (Rodwell 87)

Pienaar (Baines 81)

Yakubu (Anichebe 87)

John son

 

Bookings:-

Cahill

 

Goals:-

John son 54

 

Attendance:-

42595

 

Referee:-

Alan Wiley

 

 

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