Something’s happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.
There’s been loads on the telly, radio and other media today, so we’re not going to try and say anything profound about David Bowie or quote any lyrics or anything like that here.
You would have taken a narrow defeat before the game, wouldn’t you? Just as long as we were left with something to go for in the second leg.
Well, what an advert for the ‘EPL’ that was, they said.
And so we said, what the Gordon Ramsey is the EPL?
There was a portion of play in the Stoke City game that pretty much encapsulated everything that is driving everyone crackers about this present Everton side.
Hey hey, my my. We can’t keep a clean sheet if we try.
‘Hi, hi, yeah. Is that you Brendan? Can you speak? It’s John Henry. You’re not driving? Ok, great. Well listen, I’ve got three envelopes here… Haha. Not really. You are sacked though.’
Hey, how goes it? Can we call you ‘buddy’? Or ‘bud’, even?
Everybody up in the place, let’s go.
All this back and forth between Roberto Martinez and Jose Mourinho – can’t do the accent – makes us recall that famous incident where Groucho Marx asked a lady at a dinner party whether she would sleep with him for a million dollars.
‘Maureen. Maureen! Have you seen this big string of piss? Drawing parallels between a summer hiatus in updating his little-read online blather-sheet and the 55 year wait for a follow up to Harper Lee’s seminal Pullitzer prize winning Southern gothic classic. The absolute nerve.’
It’s been written in instalments this, so the Stoke bit was completed before we went to St. James’ Park. Hopefully the tone is a bit sunnier at the end then, because after the defeat to Stoke it all started to feel a bit Ron Burgundy: ‘Well that escalated quickly’.
Oh Everton, your season has got one wheel in the ditch and one wheel on the track.
Oh you tricky Blues, oh you tricky Blues, you’re driving your mamas and papas insane.
What’s occurring, Dave? What? Not that great, what with the economy and that bug that’s been ‘going around’? Never mind squire, you’ve always got Everton.
Yeah, about that.
We keep toying with the idea of updating this thing daily, come what may, in the same way that comedian Richard Herring has with his blog.
‘What? Make a statement through a bloody solicitor? Are you daft lad? Listen, this is a storm in a teacup. I’ll sort this out with a bit of old-fashioned common sense.’
Hey, anybody there? Hello?
It’s good to see David Moyes back on telly, talking about how he’s ready to get back into management.
First of all a question. What’s so technical about the technical area? It should be called something like the ‘gobby box’ or the ‘Lucozade bottle zone’.
Over to you, Mr Blatter.