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2015
Mickey Blue Eyes...
Everton V Leicester City
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SCHOOL OF SILENCE

By

Mickey Blue Eyes.

 

Sometimes I get to be prescient. For example, before writing this opinion I consulted my piece on our opening match this season at Leicester City. I found this sentence:

"The only ominous sign was slight hesitancy between Jags and Sylvain, so noticeable because it is so rare." 

Later, "ominous" was spot on and "slight hesitancy" an understatement. Then for the next four months what was "rare" became a sad commonplace; hence we are in mid-table, not clear of relegation and have a goals against record that would make Coco the Clown blanch. At first we were bemused. Then we were irritated. Then we were alarmed. Then we were bemused again. Then alarmed again. The experience has played havoc with my digestive system, probably yours too. Out of necessity we now play sternly in domestic league games, before Sunday only one last-minute dubious goal conceded in four matches, but alas in the same period only one scored via a knee rebound, one win, one loss and two scoreless draws. How distant that pre-season optimism. But at least we are clawing our way back to......you tell me. 

 

Last Thursday came a part-answer, a Europa League game at Young Boys Bern (or to be more accurate, Berner Sport Club Young Boys 1898 ) and a lot of raw ale-house comments about the Stade De Suisse Wankdorf   in the corrupt rogue state of Switzerland, one of the hot money criminal ratlines you can reach via the equally corrupt money-whirring laundromat that is London. Instinctively I fancied our chances for a draw despite our terrible domestic league form and their artificial pitch: the latter has improved since I long ago specified it for a couple of sports clubs in Jiddah, Saudi Arabia, played a game on it, made a sliding tackle, and almost barbecued the skin off my upper right thigh. I still bear the mottled scars. I understand contemporary design improvements mean you now merely singe your leg hair and leave behind the odour of overdone chicken. In my book Mother Nature fields are still best.

 

Unable to make the trip to Switzerland, I settled down to watch ITV4 live, a fine bottle of slightly chilled Torres Viña Sol Rosé Catalunya 2011 for quaffing, carefully chaperoned by a wary family. Throwable items and the fruit bowl were removed. The studio talking heads were our very own Peter Reid, plus Gordon Strachan and soon-to-be-unemployed frontman Matt Smith. The match commentators were the wonderfully named Sam Matterface and our very own Kevin Ratcliffe. I liked Sam despite his Eton tones and air of discovery that the working class is still here. Kevin, of course, is a saint and can say and do no wrong......whatever Ludwig Kögl of Bayern Munich might say.

 

So, astonishingly, we only go and obliterate the Swiss bankers 4-1 in their own safe deposit box, despite playing the last half hour with ten men. All things considered, it was a phenomenal performance. I wish I could explain this, on the grounds that if I could I would be able to guide us to football miracles. In fact it was a crazy game which we could have won by eight, never mind three. We even let in the first goal in our usual this-season fashion: after ten minutes everyone in defence did a slovenly after-you-Claude shtick,  midfield in disarray, Tim with his weight on the wrong foot, a hopeless fresh air dive......and the ball nestled comfortably in the bottom left of his net. Mind you, the boy took the chance brilliantly from outside the D. I groaned, rolled my eyes, and yelped, "Here we go again." The room cleared. My mobile phone went off like a texted riprap tied to a roman candle. It seemed to make no difference that actually we started quite well, hit a post and had two good chances well saved. I kicked the coffee table, endangering the rosé and a metatarsal. In fact it was the last time I need worry.

 

To the great credit of manager and players nobody panicked. Well, it was too early really. Ten minutes later we equalised, got a string of corners, and then scored two more in the next quarter hour, a couple with a whiff of offside, all of it apparently without blinking or breaking sweat. Lukaku got two of them, the first a classic well-directed down-and-in near-post header from left of the penalty spot after a dazzling left wing interchange move and cross, and his last a tap in at the far post after a similar left side moment. In between Seamus got a leader at the same post after, er, another scintillating move down the left. It seemed as though Roberto had done as much Europa League homework as he did against other European opponents. There were a few other chances too. The homesters hit a post a minute before the interval whistle. I had to pinch myself to make sure I was watching the same team that this season has us pulling out what remains of our hair.

 

Back in the half time studio Smiffy said, "That. Was. An. Impressive. Performance. By. Everton." Gawd knows who taught him English, punctuation and breathing exercises. Gordon Strachan said, "Willyercannaebeetguidfitbaaa." Or something. Reidy was deeply Scouse ecstatic, alveolar fricatives everywhere, and so was I. Surely even we could hold onto this, especially as Young Boys were playing - as if we cared - with cow bells round their necks and both legs in one side of their knickers. But given this season we could be excused for cackling like a gang of sadists.

 

It was more of the same in the second half, though I can only speak for myself when I say these days I cannot settle unless we are at least three goals in front. Even then I get nervous if the enemy looks likely. So we go and make it three goals difference on the hour mark when Rom broke clear, ran forty metres slightly left and tickled it over their 'keeper as he came out. More sheer brilliance, which was promptly disturbed when Stonesy stupidly got sent off for again dawdling on the ball and then dragging their man down when he lost it; an unarguable penalty which their man hit well over; just about now it should be landing in Crater Hevelius.     Anymore of this and, much as I admire him, I will open a book on Stonesy's Weekly Howler......What was I saying about getting nervous?.....Anyway it scarcely mattered. If anything we could have had a few more goals. It prompts the question: How can we play as well as this in the Europa League and then look like a right pack of charlies in the Premiership?........Of course if I knew the answer to that  it would be me out at the dotted line and not El Bob. The same goes for you.

 

On Sunday we orbited back to Earth and faced Leicester in the return league match at Goodison. Our opponents were, not unexpectedly, anchored in bottom position in the league table and look doomed, we, irritated and anxious, in twelfth. A nailed on 0-0, then.

 

Well.

 

I can only say I am almost at a loss for words. Almost. The game finished 2-2. In fact we were lucky to get a point. Hapless bottom-of-the-league Leicester was clearly the better team and should have won easily. Fortunately for us they were robbed by a last minute own goal, which frankly looked the only way we were going to score.

 

There is no point trying to disguise this: players and manager were utterly appalling despite a last ten minutes of desperate cavalry charges and awful misses by Rom. Even those petered out in a series of corners to Leicester during which they might have snatched a deserved winner. Our Boys were a shapeless, clueless morass whose only excuse was the incessant rain, sleet and gusting cross winds, though Leicester coped with it well enough. It was yet another spineless disgrace of a performance made worse by comparison to the game in Switzerland. Not one player showed the slightest inclination to take responsibility or to take the game to the opposition. It was no football spectacle at all. It was a sort of terrible "athletic" mime of the worst of the Health and Safety at Work Act.

 

Like many other home league games - of which we have won only three - it was once again an insult to the fans who pay hard-earned money to fund the wages of "professionals" who are either incapable or simply couldn't care less or are just plain scared. At this rate the likelihood is there will be a major haemorrhage of season ticket sales for next season. And who could blame those who decide they have had enough of this sideways-backwards-lose-the-ball-anyway airhead crap? It is so bad it almost beggars belief.

 

We probably will not be relegated this season. But based on the evidence thus far who would bet against us surviving more of the awful same next  season? We are in deep, deep trouble, people. Europa League or no Europa League - win it or not, more likely go out as soon as we meet a talented and experienced team. All the "phenomenals" and "incredibles" in the world won't change the current looming disaster. Only a root and branch morph in method and attitude by everybody will. And how likely is that?

 

For this long term fan I see absolutely no point in posting any further opinions this season, for the very good reason that six months of evidence in plain sight is enough. Maybe next season, if there is any improvement. Holding my breath that long is not an option.

 

The more I think about it, the sentence I quoted at the beginning seems almost clairvoyant. Please fate, prove me wrong. Please show me this season is the flash-in-the-pan, not last season. Please show me this is merely a very painful transition to better footy days. Only a place in the bottom three could be worse than this torture.

 

 

Comments about Everton V Leicester City
15
I will not make any deals with you, I've resigned, I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed,or numbered, my life is my own... Don't do it Mickey.. your not Number 6.. Your our number 1 Writer.. Your club needs you!
the obsructed view, liverpool, 10:48 AM 26/02/2015
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I was never a great admirer of moyes but he did spend what funds he was given wisely. Look at this manager, lukak, McCarthy, mageady, Alcatraz, Robles, kone. Out of all of them I would keep only macarthy. How much has he spent in one season and we look a worse team now than we did under dithering Dave. 50 odd million and we struggle for a point against doomed bottom of the table Leicester. Says it all roberto
Markblue3, Huyton, 10:22 PM 25/02/2015
13
Noel Coward, who knew a thing or two, once stated that the worst thing you could inflict on an audience, was boredom. I sat in the upper Gwladys on Sunday, chilled to my bones and with a deep sense of ennui. I have been going to the games this season with Nil satisfaction and Nil optimism. Previous posts have said the rest.
Lennie, Wirral, 6:20 PM 23/02/2015
12
Keep writing as silence is always taken as consent by those who choose not to listen. Unfortunately this manager like the last tends to get his best results when fate picks the team due to unforeseen injury and suspension.
Paul, Wirral, 4:32 PM 23/02/2015
11
Canbiaso spanked our midfield lime a naughty little school girl but then we had a lot of new partnerships that although look good on paper, need time to gel! Atsu looked the signing I was hoping for at the start of the season so why didn't we start him? He's an attractive option to start at home due to his flair, mad skills and attacking nature.. OK, when he's got his head screwed on but it seems he's back (or close) to his best! I don't know how long I can go on defend El Bob when he's making tried and failed DM moves that at best rescues us a point at home in the dying moments of the game...BTW, Nice one Upson!
doug, Liverpool , 4:05 PM 23/02/2015
10
Hard to watch the team you love implode from a distance! Surely Martinez is a one trick pony. We look good in Europe because they have not played us before. Every team in the Prem knows how to beat Everton and we seem totally unable to change our style or develop in any way to combat that. We could have the resources of the Mancs and still be going down. we are so stuck in one style and unable to open up the opposition successfully. Martinez is a great 1 season manager. We would get promoted next season if we went down but then we would become a ping-pong team like QPR or Norwich. So hard to watch from afar but I feel the frustration from the players and the fans!
JMS, North Carolina, 3:10 PM 23/02/2015
9
I'll tell what else is 'ominous' Mick. El Bob's started saying we need to get to 40 points. Does he have a clue what time of day it is? :o(
Spectator, Crosby, 3:05 PM 23/02/2015
8
Cold, wet and miserable. What are we doing? Does anyone at EFC know? Perhaps we should promote the tea lady as I think her ideas will be just a valid as Martinez. I just cannot listen to the "Didn't we do well" comments from him. When is he going to stand up and be counted? Poor performance follows poor performance. Clueless, rudderless and soon to be relegated. How did we get here?
Johnny Bluenose, Liverpool, 2:43 PM 23/02/2015
7
Sad but true and not unexpected it brought memories Alan Smith's winner in 86. We play as if it's 5 a side across the width of the pitch. Like most I'm past the point of disillusionment for this season. I don't expect anything no, such is the lack of belief on the park this season. TH is complacent in my book, but so is the whole team. If The Foxes can do us so can any one else and we could go down by our home form. I hope I'm wrong. Let's see what Thursday brings!
El Cid, Offshore, 1:46 PM 23/02/2015
6
I've been watching 'The Big Match' from 1983 on ITV4. With four games to go, Man City were 7 - SEVEN - points clear of relegation. They lost at home to Luton on the last day and were duly relegated, David Pleat running gleefully on to the Maine Road pitch in his over-tight brown suit. For Man City in 1983 read Everton in 2015. The terrible truth is that we will be lucky, VERY lucky, to survive. I don't know if there's any point in changing manager at this point, but come the summer I can't see any other option, whether or not we stay up. It's one almighty mess and it's ALL of Martinez's making. He must go for the greater good. P.S. MBE, please don't stop posting - these are the only things keeping me sane right now; plus I don't know any other footy writer who could use 'prescient' correctly.
Rich H, Barnsley, 1:39 PM 23/02/2015
5
Indeed Mickey, the problem is that players are afraid as RM stated in his press conference. But why? Can I suggest that it is the coaching team who should set them up. I notice a lot of back room changes. Perhaps RM should get Steve Peters number off David Brent in Analfield. I don't know about the chimp paradox we are playing like chumps at the moment!!
Finlay Harps, Saint James Gate Dublin, 1:32 PM 23/02/2015
4
Your threads will be sorely missed,always to the point and cruely honest at times MBE,Martinez needs to go regardless of cost,because if he doesn't we will lose so much more.
daz.m, st.helens, 1:25 PM 23/02/2015
3
It took us nearly 6 min to get anywhere near their box, 6 mins of defending, going sideways, backwards, Barkley looking like a rabbit caught in headlights. Leicester realised there and then that the game could be theirs. Martinez just has to go, there is no way we will move forward again, same tactics, always his preferred 11, irrespective whether any squad players come in and do well. Robles and Garbutt should have been given a run of games. Players will leave this summer. Martnez has been sussed.
Mike Oates, South Coast, 11:53 AM 23/02/2015
2
Brilliant piece as usual Mickey. Sums up the vast majority of most fans feelings superbly. Pity our manager cannot face reality. I for one will miss your excellent opinions
Kevin, Waterloo, 11:17 AM 23/02/2015
1
Yet again a team comes to Goodison to defend and we keep our threats on the bench. Mirallas love him or hate him, we need his creative play and Atsu after returning from the tournament of his career. A draw at home to bottom of the league isn't good Martinez. It is yet another clueless dull performance and result.
Bluebray, Herts, 11:06 AM 23/02/2015
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