Show me the way to play Murillo.

There’s no overstating just what a massive result this is for the tricky Toffees, especially allied to Brentford’s Neal Maupay-inspired defeat of Luton Town.

After the loss to Manchester United the league table started to look distinctly uncomfortable, and so it was vital to close the gap between the Blues and safety.

Forest are all kinds of shite like. Proper hopeless other than the odd flash from Morgan Gibbs-White. Everton, on the other hand, did what this Everton do. They are almost like a poor man’s Mourinho team at present – looking to overpower opponents all over the pitch and then snatch results with the occasional moment of quality.

Dwight McNeil’s had a modest start to the season, especially compared to how he ended the last campaign, and often looks absolutely shattered. However, having already seen one low shot cleared off the line, on 67 minutes he showed great composure and technique to smash an angled drive into the roof of the net following measured approach play by Idrissa Gana Gueye and Jack Harrison.

The home side had a bit of a go, and struck the foot of the post before Jordan Pickford made a brilliant sprawling challenge to deny a certain equaliser, but Everton were good value for the win.

Going back to the United game – how did their keeper manage to look like Gordon Banks at Goodison and then Gordon Kaye over in Istanbul?

It was also interesting in that match to see that the Galatasaray stewards seemed reluctant to tell the supporters to take down their massive FREE PALESTINE banners. That would have been even more entertaining than the match.

Elsewhere, the whole Everton points deduction / appeal business grumbles on every day with more and more speculative articles and doom-mongering. 

‘Everton’s finances are in the red, when they should be in the black. Black. Black. Black like the crows that peck at mummy’s eyes….’

It was bad enough with all the online ‘experts’ cracking on like they are Everton’s accountants. Now every cunt’s a solicitor.

Sean Dyche’s approach feels better.

Beat Shite.

Stay Up. 

Fuck Off. 

And Dwight McNeil who waits for me.