On a gloriously sunny day the game itself kicked immediately into action, games against Villa at Goodison (in recent seasons anyway) have always had a bit of needle about them and more than the odd goal and this one wasnt about to let that trend slip. Fielding an understrength team and an even madder looking bench, Everton took the lead through Leon Osman, who yet again assumed responsibility on his tiny little shoulders (they must be dead strong though to support that enormous heed). Picking the ball up by the half way line and weaving this way and that he temporarily bamboozled Villa's defence and managed to get his shot away which squirted underneath Brad Friedel. Have that you atrociously behaved gang of excitable awayday bulbs.
Gabriel Agbonlahor and Ashley 'Fucking' Young, can you imagine if the latter signed for you know who one day?...The Old Lady would spontaneously combust in venom if he were to walk out in red, and he will, be it the Liverpool or Manchester United his diseased hateful ideology of the game and how to behave deserves and will be rewarded with an even bigger theatre of twats who will appreciate it. Anyway, these two rather expectedly managed to command the majority of Everton fans ire with a string of dirty challenges, a healthy portion of cryarsing and just a wee smattering of crowd gesticulation. The referee, M Jones from Cheshire (me neither, i just had to check) had an absolute stinker from the off, seemeingly watching his own game and awarding each team a number of questionable decisions to even up his last howler.
Darren Bent scored Villas second half equaliser before some people had even managed to get their half time pint. Stewart Downing, who was causing murder all afternoon down Evertons right hand side, whipped in a real peach of a cross which was poked home emphatically by Darren Bent. Houla Hoop could barely contain his delight, all that was missing was Phil Thompson grinning wildly behind him.
Then in a bizarre passage of play which was indicative of the whole games pinball type nature, Jermaine Beckford continuosly making excellent runs alone up front, was played through one on one and slashed a sort of half volley on the underside of the bar, at the time it seemed like only him and maybe one or two other Everton players had got onto it, their certainly wasnt a huge crowd appeal for it, in truth it was hit so cleanly and fast it was too hard to tell. Now in theory it meant shite-all anyway as the ref and his linesman missed it and were probably trying to make up for some other half arsed wrong decision they had made previously. But in the blink of an eye, it actually did mean something as Villa steamed right up the other end at pace, Tim Howard suffering from one of his weird indecisive games, began running towards the Villa attack like a drunk 30 something mum who's just realised she's left her iPhone in a cab, Darren Bent then cooly stroked it home and smiled like a snidey midnight cab driver with ebay pound signs in his eyes. Not looking good.....M'LORD.
Credit to the Everton players, who have been accused of having one eye on their jolly holidays before today, they pushed and probed and eventually got their rewards. Magaye Gueye in particular showed real glimpses of why Moyes deemed him worthy of an actual real life transfer fee last summer, they are few and far between these days after all. He is raw but showed a real willing ability to run at players and try and take the game to the opposition and in turn lifting the home fans. What worries you a bit though is Moyes complete reluctance to use him thus far, Bilyaletdinov technically has something about him and gets the nod ahead of him, but still just seems to look completely unable to get to grips with things. Its as if someone has just plucked a ruddy cheeked kid out of Russia and plonked him thousands of miles from home and he's just like ''holy shit....where am i?''. Actually, that is exactly what has happened. Moyes needs to show the courage of his convictions and play the bargain ahead of the hopeful and begin to trust his players more. We'll leave Velios till another day eh, for now lets leave it at ''big lad-weird run-who knows''.
Phil Jagielka with not long left, sneakily won us the penalty that the ever flawless Leighton Baines duly dispatched for the Everton equaliser, 10 million by the way...How does get to fucking fuck sound?. On reflection, given the side we put out a point doesnt look too bad and was probably the right result, but in truth it was hard not to feel aggrieved given the amount of chances we had to get in front at the right times and the fact that Villa were fighting for their lives and were basically fighting for thin air.
Up the Toffees.
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