The last time we played up at St James Park, the away dressing room after the game probably resembled something like a casualty line from the battle of the Somme, with Ryan Taylor and Kevin Nolan exacting out their childhood fantasies of ludicrous challenges on Everton players for almost 90 minutes. Hilariously though, Victor Anichebe has recently settled out of court with Newcastle for depriving him of 11 months of his career and thus robbing Evertonians throughout the land of either the second coming of George Weah or the second coming of George Formby in Everton shorts. Dont even start on what it might have done to Arteta.
The fact is, it was an extremely costly game for Everton in the run up to their FA Cup final that season, mainly as Arteta was in scintilating form up until that point and coupled with the fact we lost Jagielka albeit on a seperate occasion, it's fair to say what might have been if those two were available. Which brings us back to Tuesday night. How does Moyes not only raise his players game after their season effectively ended the other night, but his own?
There's always our survival to play for like, and a point or even a sneaky win at Newcastle's home ground where they havent found it the easiest to rack up their points this season, may be just the tonic for Moyes and his men to convince supporters to keep the faith with this 'Annus Fuckingshitfromstarttofinishus', and more importantly keep us moving in the right direction away from the trapdoor. The problem with that may be that his players will probably have been passing the Thomas Cook brochures round Finch Farm after the Reading debacle ''planning Vegas baby''. The useless gang of pricks.
Newcastle did a great job on us at Goodison last September, with comedy villains of the piece Barton and Nolan absolutely running the show. At the time it felt like the usual early season blip from Everton but as it turns out it was the pre cursor for what we would still be getting served up in early March. Crazy really when you actually sit down and think about it.
Self confessed Evertonian Joey Barton who has enjoyed a smashing season so far for the Magpies, continues to divide opinion amongst Blues, some saying he's exactly what we need others that he's a Rat faced, Ian Rush muzzied Huyton Gremlin. The prospect of getting him in cheap somehow though and scraping his wages together from down the back of one of Phillip Greens Caviar, Coke and Oyster stained sofas, putting him in the middle of the park and shifting set piece hog Mikel Arteta out wide doesnt exactly fill this reporter with dread.
Balding, youthful, Irish schemer Stephen Ireland is hoping to make his debut for Newcastle(GULP), but may not after a hamstring pull according to the ever hateful Pardew, ill put them down for 1-0 Ireland then shall I? Shola Ameobi also hopes to make his comeback wearing one of those Phantom of the Opera masks after fracturing his face or somthing. All in all, without Tim Cahill and Marouanne Fellaini, whose arl fella is turning all gangster on our asses again, we will need to be on top form to get anything whatsoever out of this game. You just never fucking know with this team though, ever.
Fair play to all supporters brave enough to make the long journey up there to get shouted at by a Geordie bizzie for having the temerity to stand up at the match though. After Tuesday night they all deserve a medal.
Howay the Toffee's.
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