David Moyes said it was ''about the worst he's seen in 9 years in charge''. And by christ theres been some contenders for that particular prize. In an absolutely rain sodden Reebok a very tidy, motivated, albeit ordinary Bolton side managed to run out easy 2-0 winners against a hapless Everton team. Disinterested all 11 of them.
Gary Cahill evaded his marker for his headed opener which managed to send Howard the wrong way after a slight deflection off Heitinga's leg. The free kick itself came after a typically characteristic lunge from Robinson on Fellaini, he's worse than a yard dog the Bolton left back, he's a shitty arsed Rottweiler with doggie aids and twatcunt rabies cursing through his devilish veins. Woof! Woof! All that personal dislike aside, Everton had a brilliant opportunity to level things when Baines swung in a peach of a ball from the left towards the returning Tim Cahiill, it was just gagging for a trademark bullet diving header right into a willing net, he chose to slice it wide with his foot instead, christ knows why like.
After that, Everton looked like they were playing some sort of half arsed pre season game and were the happier to see half time break not further behind. Good opportunity to get our heads together, work out what the problem was, change things here or there and set about turning the game our way. Or so you'd think. Every single player (bar possibly Howard and Distin) who had stunk the gaff out in the first half, somehow managed to come out and smell even worse for the second. Never mind ice baths for recovery, Steve Round must've had them doing naked star jumps in shite baths at half time, such was the pong emanating from some of Moyes most experienced and highest paid professionals.
There's an insatiable thirst for one or more scapegoats when things really turn to rat shit with us and Anichebe, who certainly didn't have his best game, fitted that mould nicely once again as a vociferous portion of the away crowd cleared their throats and let rip as Moyes subbed him. Hang your heads bellends, not only is it a cretinous thing to spend your time doing whilst supporting your team, but in its entirity it just isnt Everton. All that was left to cap one truly awful day at the office, was for Boltons bright young thing, Daniel Sturridge, a loan signing, an energetic centre forward, to double their lead.
Where does this leave us? Looking at the table and hearing Moyes choice post game comments about thinking we've been in a relegation battle since the third week of the season, and then looking at the games we have remaining, you'd like to say we have more than enough about us to win the four games needed(?) to guarantee our top flight status for another year. Yes i did just write that.
Those points would probably come from home games against Sunderland, Birmingham, Fulham and Blackburn. But reading those fixtures back, none of them inspire you with supreme confidence do they? Interspersed with one or two winnable away games at Wigan, West Brom and Wolves it looks like we'll have just enough to drag ourselves away from it eventually, but its not gonna be cosy.
Would changing the managerial position really remedy what is going wrong at Everton at the moment? How about swapping a young disliked centre forward for another one or two we've loaned out to a championship team in a moment of haste/necessity?
Now is not the time fo kneejerking, the problems that are at the root cause of this are going to a long time to sort themselves out. The only one thing for certain about the whole situation is how fucking depressing it is and the one thing for certain we can do as supporters right now is to get behind the team regardless.
On to London.
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