Blackburn Preview

Perenial Wools and all round handy away day hosts Blackburn Rovers amble their way across from Lacashire this saturday to Goodison, you can hardly wait can you? At the merrrrment, it feels like every week Everton find themselves up against another team with a bit more to play for than themselves and yet they seem to be carving out the required results. Last weeks resounding snotting of relegation threatened Wolves felt surprisingly staisfying. Not that an Everton win(particularly away) is ever something to be sniffed at, but this season can surely be referred to as the dampest of all damp squibs under David Moyes, so these almost completely pointless performances were beginning to churn out just seem to rub salt into a fetid, still seeping, Reading shaped wound. It is FA Cup semi final weekend after all.



Steve Kean's a bit of wrong'un isnt he? He has the look of a deeply mournful civil servant ex husband. Resolute and bullish about his recent break up in front of everyone in the office. Come this years christmas party though, after an awkward grasp at Tina's from H.R.'s pendulous tits on the dancefloor and the subsequent tears he sheds during a disciplinary, his career is all but over. He should deffo take heed of this analogy whilst working for the Venky's, the massively uninspiring bugger.



They've drew their last 3 league games t'Rovers. Im not really sure what that means actually, possibly that they will tell the giant Chris Samba to kick fuck out everybody for 90 minutes then pop up the other end with 5 minutes remaining of a honking 0-0 borfest and nod in the winner, who knows, and indeed who gives a frigging toss. They've got a half decent record at Goodison Blackburn, but with Skem's very own Iniesta in electric form and eagerly pulling the strings for the Toffee's, we should probably have a little bit too much for them(ha!). Which makes your blood curdle again thinking back to this seasons opener. If ever there was a sign of things to come this season, it was Tim Howards mad fumble and the rest of the teams ''turning up and expecting to win'' arrogance of  that day. Never mind eh...

Its only a fucking game after all. Its certainly not worth more than life and death itself, on this weekend 22 years ago, this had never been more pertinent. Thousands of blues were at Villa park that day watching Pat Nevin notch in a semi final versus Nowrich and taking Everton to Wembley, whilst in Sheffield our closest neighbours were paying the irretrievable price of one of footballs worst tragedies. The news filtered through and the joy of reaching Wembley paled into complete insignificance. There but for the grace of god.



R.I.P. the 96 losts souls who went the match that day with mates and family members dreaming of Wembley and never came home.