Aston Villa 1 Everton 3

You can pack that in

How exactly do you go about handing someone their arse?

Because that’s what David Moyes’s Everton did to Paul Lambert’s Aston Villa at Villa Park.

Would it be something that happens just before kick off? Moyes knocks tentatively on the home side’s dressing room before entering, followed by Steve Round carrying a covered silver serving platter?

“Lambo,” says Moyes, because that’s what he calls him. “This is for you.”

On that cue, Roundy – not sure whether he actually calls him that; it’s a sort of best guess, but just run with it for the sake of the story – whips the lid off to reveal Everton’s surprise gift.

“Moyesy,” it’s pretty well established that’s what everyone calls him, apart from Bill Kenwright who addresses him as David, “is that what I think it is?”

“It certainly is pal.”

“My arse?”

“Yep.”

“Surrounded by salad and new potatoes?”

“Correct, well observed as ever.”

“What’s that stuck in the middle of it?”

“Ah, right, well with the whole platter thing it made us think of a roast pig and, you know, they always come with an apple in their mouth. There’s no mouth here though, so we improvised, you know, and stuck it there.”

“It’s a bit weird that mate. I mean, it’s not even an apple.”

“No. No it isn’t.”

“What is it then?”

“Right, well, catering never had any apples and we were in a bit of a hurry, so again we had to improvise. I think that’s actually an avocado.”

Luckily Steven Pienaar scored then.

It was only three minutes into one of the most marvellous performances of the whole David Moyes era at Everton when the little midfielder ended one of countless training ground passing routines by rolling Steven Naismith’s ball forward with his studs before looking up and picking his spot, up and over Shay Given in the far corner of the goal.

From that point on it was just relentless Everton brilliance. They looked like a serious, scary football team. Like when the great Manchester United sides have come to Goodison and controlled everything. For some reason Benfica spring to mind as well – when we played them at home the other year and they had everything: pace, power, organisation and bags of skill on the ball.

The win over United on Monday was clearly epic – in the true-ish meaning of the word, not the way young people describe a mildly amusing night out – but almost all Premier League sides are capable of pulling out a big performance against the top sides from time to time. This was far more impressive.

Fellaini was great again and he capped his performance with the second goal on half an hour. Everton’s total football was exemplified by Phil Jagielka’s freedom to burst down the right wing and send a superb cross over to the edge of the Villa six-yard box. Fellaini got Gnasher onto the ball, sending it into the turf where Given should have gathered comfortably.

He didn’t.

Fellaini is ostensibly playing in what was Tim Cahill’s position, but he operates in a different way to the Australian. He might not pose as much of a goal threat as Cahill in his pomp, but perversely pushing him forward seems to have added something to the team defensively. Sitting deep and facing opponents head on, Fellaini was often wrong-footed a little too easily. Now though, he constantly ambushes them from behind and side-on, pushing his hip into them and levering them off the ball judo-style. It’s really effective, disrupting moves before they even get started and allowing his teammates to break quickly and, in this encounter, with devastating precision.

The third goal, on the brink of half-time, highlighted just what Everton were all about. Leighton Baines, who crucified Villa down the left, got to the bye-line and cut the ball back to Nikica Jelavic whose instinctive running had already left the defence marking fresh air.

10 yards out. One touch with his left foot. Bang.

There was more of the same in the second half, and the chances are too numerous to recount. Distin had one headed onto the bar, Baines should have had a penalty and Given made a good stop from Pienaar’s flick up and volley.

Villa’s side just seems packed with tattooed young chaps with Tom of Finland haircuts, and one of them, Ciaran Clark, was dismissed early in the second period for a professional foul on Jelavic. The Croatian accepted a great through-ball from the impressive Darron Gibson and cut across the young defender in a manner that almost demanded that he bring him down.

They always seem a bit minty those decisions, especially when it’s only a little touch needed to send the forward tumbling, but at 0-0 you would be screaming for the red card.

If anything it was just too easy for Everton then. The introduction of Seamus Coleman and a first appearance for Kevin Mirallas livened things up a bit, and the debutant came close to scoring twice thanks to crosses from the Irishman. The first centre was cut out by Ron Vlaar’s frantic lunge, with Mirallas poised to burst the net. The second was dispatched with a diving header, only for a linesman’s flag to cut the celebrations short.

Villa gave the scoreline a veneer of respectability that it really didn’t deserve when Karim El Ahmadi’s swerving shot from distance deceived Tim Howard for the game’s second goalkeeping howler.

Things almost got really stupid when the home side’s only decent passing move finished with Andreas Weimann’s shot striking Howard’s post and Darren Bent hitting Baines with the rebound.

It ended 3-1 then, but just like the last time we won at Villa Park, the scoreline really doesn’t reflect just how brilliant Everton were.

“I don’t even like avocados.”

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “Aston Villa 1 Everton 3

  1. Excellent stuff, Mark. As you say, one of THE great days in recent Everton history – incidentals like that brilliant white and blue kit and the sunshine just added to the fabulous performance on the pitch and the fantastic support off it. We were so pleasantly shocked by the standard of football being played that it was difficult to remember the last time I’d experienced such an emotion whilst watching the Toffees. A bit of hyperbole, certainly, but the Pienaar and Jelavic goals have been nicely burned into my memory for future reference

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s