Everton 2 - Fulham 1

If ever we need three easy points or just for a team to come to Everton and lazily remove their negligée, bare their cockney bottoms and eagerly invite us to complete a formality, its Fulham, charming, friendly, hoorah Henrietta Fulham. Unbelievably they have now lost their last 18 league meetings at Goodison park and havent taken a point off us since the fifties. Cheers West London.

Leon Osman continued where he left off against Birmingham City, took the initiative and led the cottagers, an appropriate nickname if ever there was one, a merry dance along with Leighton Baines and Seamus Coleman in front of a late afternoon, boozy, near full (f it wasnt for the ever pitiful 74 away fan following) Goodison. Excitement levels failed to get beyond 'not even remotely arsed' for near 90 minutes really, but all this seemed to be enough to stave off a late Bobby Zamora inspired ''oooh stop it youuu!'' playful slap of a fightback for the last 20 minutes or so of the game. The bad floozy's.



Osman and Baines combining well throughout, teased Fulham apart for the opener, Osman in particular twice dropping his shoulder ala an AC Milan Ruud Gullit and leaving the woolish Danny Murphy doing Karate Kid impressions at thin air, then Seamus Coleman, a consistent threat to Fulhams left hand side, managed to get his loveable Irish Turnip right onto the end of Osmans inch perfect ball. We do love a good header at L4 4EL. 1-0 Toffeemen, meh...



Louis Saha, continuing to spend most of his afternoons doing his 'left footed jink in a circle until ive slowed the play down sufficiently and my third or fourth option becomes available for a pass' routine, limped off in the second half with what looks like a really nasty ankle injury. Before doing so though, he doubled Evertons lead and lashed in a rasping daisy cutter of a free kick right between Danny Murphy legs and into the park end net. Take note Jermaine, this is what we expect of you now Louis has pencilled his and his birds leave in for the summer holidays, and the fact that you're now our only fit out and out centre forward.



Clint Dempsey, who makes David Moyes blush every time he see's him, due to the Scots probable wet dreams of seeing him play under him (ooh fucking err) in Royal Blue one day, pulled one back for Fulham after latching onto Zamora's first touch of the ball. He does have the look of a Moyes player though does Dempsey, hard-working, durable, technically competent, the right age, American. If Moyes wants to, or is given (if Pat Nevin and his best known secret are to be believed) a chance to rip it up and start it all again, should he not be given batty money like City and Liverpool owners have when they arrived, players like Dempsey wouldnt be a bad place to start at all. No Rapping though eh Clint? You fucking tube.

All in all though, as always it was too little too late from Fulham as Everton had already blown their collective bukakking biscuits all over Fulhams willing and submissive Goodison park record, again.

Up the frigging Toffs.