Imagine if there’s any truth to this rumour that Newcastle United’s potential new owners are willing to ‘cut your hands off’ to make Rafael Benitez the replacement for Steve Bruce.Continue reading “7th October (spanish bombs)”
Seven minutes of mayhem turned a dreary game into a memorable Goodison occasion.Continue reading “15 September 2021 (distilled)”
Well then, the footy and that.
Been alright, hasn’t it.Continue reading “8 September 2021 (hiatus)”
We could have done without Leeds getting battered on Saturday.Continue reading “19 August 2021 (15 storeys)”
I don’t think we will ever forget this day.Continue reading “16 August (game)”
Letting the people who have paid into the ground has been a reasonably straightforward process for the past two centuries.Continue reading “12 August 2021 (techno)”
‘Penalty, Toby! Remember how I showed you. Pull your stockings up like a kiss-a-gram, run up like Ian Curtis and…Jesus Christ!’Continue reading “10 August 2021 (anticipation)”
‘Head over the ball, Toby. And strike through the target! 14-nil! Sometimes I really do suspect you don’t have the necessary grit. Now go and fetch the ball, second half starts in five minutes.’Continue reading “31 July 2021 (filler)”
I keep hearing people saying the weather is biblical. There’s one flood in that bible, across both books, the rest of the time the sun’s cracking the fucking flags.Continue reading “30 July 2021 (damp)”
There’s more than a hint of the kaftan in the design of Everton’s new third kit, which debuted yesterday.Continue reading “29 July 2021 (vogue)”
Joaquin Correa sounds like an advert for a hitman at the Job Centre.Continue reading “28 July 2021 (off grid)”
While the players bask in the glory of their Florida Cup victory, and prepare for tomorrow’s game against Pumas (pronounced Poomas), Rafael Benitez works tirelessly to strengthen his squad.Continue reading “27 July 2021 (comedown)”
The first silverware of the Benitez era, the prestigious (well it is now) Florida Cup, arrives courtesy of the Blues’ win in Orlando against ‘crack’ Colombian outfit, Millonarios.Continue reading “26 July 2021 (open top bus day)”
Just watched some kid from Doncaster lose narrowly in the taekwondo final. It’s boss. Starts out in the first round as Enter The Dragon. By the time they finish the third, shattered, it’s more like Exit The Bow and Arrow.Continue reading “25 July 2021 (actually)”
The Olympics is on from Tokyo. Boxer Peter McGrail has gone out in the first round this morning, which a surprise and a shame – he was a genuine medal hope. And an Evertonian.Continue reading “24 July (redux)”
I can’t be arsed trying to write actual articles so we’re going stream-of-consciousness. This genuinely should be of little interest to anyone and to be honest it’s only because I’m a tight-arse and I’ve paid for the hosting and the domain that anything’s going on here at all.Continue reading “Sort of Actual Diary”
I’m assuming you watched Time.
If not, you should. It’s about as good as the telly gets.Continue reading “Euro Diary – Day 1”
It doesn’t feel like there’s a lot left to say about the Super League Six now. But we will anyway.Continue reading “Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven”
It was probably Ben Goldacre who said that the Daily Express is committed to dividing everything in the world into two groups: things that cause cancer and those that reduce your chances of developing cancer.
Evertonians are similar with current affairs. Every news story is seen through the prism of how it could impact the new ground. From COVID to council corruption, every event is assessed on how its butterfly wings might set in motion a chain reaction that will ultimately impede or facilitate the passage of the Blues’ move to Bramley Moore Dock, set to become the most rhyming-slang-sounding football stadium in the country.
‘Yeah, doctor. It’s embarrassing really. I slipped getting out of the shower and somehow – honestly, you couldn’t do it if you tried – I got the head of this Sadio Mane figurine jammed right down the end of me Bramley Moore.’
What an absolute failure of modern government though in this case of what appears to be grievous corruption in Liverpool City Council, that the moral authority is being provided by Robert Jenrick.
No wonder people just give up.
There’s no football this week apart from the tedious international qualifiers so why not watch a lovely film instead.
This one’s on the iPlayer, and called Land of Mine.
It’s Danish so you will need to ‘read the words’, but it’s worth it, honestly.
Set in 1945, the incredible Roland Moller plays the brutal Sergeant Rasmussen, a Dane overseeing a bunch of teenage German prisoners-of-war tasked with clearing landmines on his homeland’s beaches. Not the obvious choice for a comedy musical then.
It’s not, clearly.
We are told nothing at all about Rasmussen’s past, but we infer everything from his treatment of his traumatised charges and from what Moller conveys when he stares out at the bleak horizon.
A highbrow review would absolutely avoid saying that like many of the protagonists you will be in bits at the end.
This is not that review.
Swear down though, lad. You won’t see a better film than this.
Games against City are complete outliers, especially in the age of the empty stadium.Continue reading “Everton 0 Manchester City 2”
You can’t help feel that these Everton players are going to look back on this season as a massive opportunity missed.Continue reading “Everton 1 Burnley 2”
Fancy missing The Great Pottery Throwdown to watch this load of shite.Continue reading “Chelsea 2 Everton 0”
The most satisfying thing about this win is that it flew in the face of the narrative that was already being written.
You normally expect us to get ‘remand centre romanced’ in the derby, but despite the last two results, can you honestly say you go into this one with no hope?Continue reading “Love and Hate in a Different Time”
Well slap me on the ass and call me Barry.Continue reading “Leeds United 1 Everton 2”
What have the edges of a parking ticket and defensive displays got in common?Continue reading “Everton 1 Leicester City 1 (feat. Pitbull)”
The Owls are not what they seem.Continue reading “Everton 3 Sheffield Wednesday 0”
What’s 12 inches long, pink and gives pleasure?
For all the soul-searching when the Cobra Kai, defend-deep-strike-swiftly mantra of the previous three games failed us against Manchester United, the stark fact was exposed that the key factor deciding success and failure for the Toffees seems to be whether Richarlison plays well or not.
Like the rest of his teammates he was struggling to see much of the ball against the mercurial Mancunians even before that sly shove in the back and the knack in the head left him so confused that he was actually on his feet feigning not being injured.
Without the Brazilian taking the ball in tight areas and running at defenders the other faults in the team seem to be exaggerated, particularly the muddled midfield where, without Allan of James Rodriguez, Tom Davies and Andre Gomes present what seems an insipid Hobson’s choice for Carlo Ancelotti.
That performance was so disappointing, going out of of the League Cup in such a miserable fashion, that we went into the game in Sheffield almost feeling like we are one of the worst sides the Premier League’s seen, not them. And let’s not get twisted here, bruv, Chris Wilder’s team are horrific.
Just look at them. Modern squads are packed almost exclusively with six-foot racing snakes from an Ivan Drago training montage while the Bramall Lane team photo looks like Angela’s Ashes.
In dreadful weather, both sides conspired to ‘out-shite’ each other for long periods. Dominic Calvert-Lewin’s brilliant chest control and subsequent volley wide of the post was the only highlight of a dismal first half.
Having centre-halves at fullback generally proved effective against teams who have a lot of the ball, but it was always going to look awkward when we were expected to take the game to the opposition. Seamus Coleman’s introduction instantly made a difference, as did Bernard’s replacement of Anthony Gordon, the youngster who always looks like he should be breathlessly delivering a vital message to the king ahead of a battle with dragons.
Tom Davies’ steady performance was one of the few plus points of the first hour or so – he looked unlucky to be subbed as Ancelotti tried to push for a winner. The bohemian ball-player gave way for Gomes, who seems to cut such a frustrated figure lately. It’s like he’s never fully recovered from that injury and his body now refuses to do what his football brain expects. As a result he takes to the field looking like the last words the coach whispers in his ear are ‘Mate, I’m so sorry. She’s taken the kids to her ma’s in Skem.’
Again though, with the game stretched – and against dreadful opposition – Gomes also lifted the collective quality on the ball and the hopes of an Everton goal.
And on 81 minutes it arrived.
All three subs were involved in the build up before Bernard’s exquisite touch – like Mats Wilander playing a drop-shot on the deck of Deadliest Catch – allowed Abdoulaye Doucoure to tee up Gylfi Sigurdsson to drill a proper angled finish past Aaron Ramsdale.
The referee played loads of added time and you were halfway across your living room with your head in your hands, cheese and crackers all over the Axminster, admit it, every time some candy-striped mule shanked one goalward for them.
Going back to the question posed back at the start, what’s 12 inches, pink and all that: it’s Roy’s penis.
And his first book, of course.
Think Kirkdale Ishiguro, Umberto Pink Echo or Hunter Claus Thompson and you will have a feel for the short stories of Algorithm Party. These are fleeting glimpses into the inner lives of the people involved in those circumstances where ‘something’s deffo gone on there’. The lad with the hood up on his North Face coat/jacket on his way to footy with a spring in his step, the pissed girl whose gaze everyone’s avoiding in the alehouse, the ‘dickhead’ in the local paper wrapped up in a criminal conspiracy.
Funny, troubling and touching, I’d describe Algorithm Party as a bravura debut if I knew what bravura meant.
Being totally hopeless I’m reviewing this after everyone else and when it appears to be out of print. Looks like you can pre-order in the case of them running off some more though. And you should.
Remember James Rodriguez?Continue reading “Everton 2 Arsenal 1”
David Byrne talks about restrictions being liberating – how they spark creativity far more than a blank canvas or an unlimited budget.Continue reading “Everton 1 Chelsea 0”
‘Not laughing now are you, cunts?’
M. Cyrus, December 2020Continue reading “Everton Starts With an E”
Carlo Ancelotti’s gamble that Newcastle are ‘just shite’, and so any line-up should really beat them, backfired all too predictably at the Massive Mugs And Them Huge Carrier Bags That All The Homeless Swear By Arena.Continue reading “Have You Been Good To Yourself?”
Something something something about it being fitting that it was Virgil van Dyke’s former club something something something.Continue reading “Like a Mirror Loves a Hammer”
A talismanic figure injured and questions over who can possibly replace him.Continue reading “Combustion”
Current COVID status: you’re on your fucking own – the alehouse may or may not be open.
Let’s get it out there now. Do we want to win any trophies if they have asterisks by them?
Yes, this whole thing has been written to use that title, because Everton have been linked with a goalie, Gianluigi Donnarumma.
Is he hot stuff? Frig off.
‘I like Abdoulaye Doucoure as well, but not as much as you Allan.’
In order to fit in the rest of the FakeNews media we should really run a whole transfer story arc here where Everton are linked to some player who in few a days apparently expresses a real interest in working for Carlo Ancelotti but then by the end of the week ends up as a ‘transfer blow’ with Arsenal and Juventus ‘closely monitoring the situation’.
Miners voting Tory, Royal nonces claiming they are so nails that they can’t sweat even if they wanted to, Liverpool pissing the league and Everton manager Duncan Ferguson digging out a striker for not putting in enough effort.
These are some strange days we are living through, make no mistake.
So here we go again.
This time without the broad brush strokes of Ronald Koeman or the dull monochrome of Sam Allardyce – replacing both with Marco Silva’s much-vaunted ‘attention to detail’.
Has he gone?
Remember when you ended up goosing sailors for crack money?
‘Everton are like…’ loads of things. For the sake of argument this time out though, the Blues are like the Mam and Dad in the story, The Monkey’s Paw.
It’s all too weird, seeing Sam Allardyce’s big head sitting on top of a load of Everton training gear.
What’s that in the sky? Is it a beam of light projecting a half-eaten pie onto the underside of those ominous clouds?
It’s off it’s head now, all this.