Sunday 24 April 2011

Manchester United Match Report

Everton continued their immaculate impression of an on call, ready and willing fuck buddy for the more monified teams in the league by dejectedly capitulating to a late late predictable nodded Javier Hernandez winner on 83 minutes. If ever you want a no strings shag or just three points at home without so much as a tactical curve ball or a half hearted ''Stop it yoooouuuwah!'', depressingly, Everton are your man/woman/bitch.



In all honesty, up until the goal we hadnt done too badly really given the personell Moyes had at his disposal. The usual wave after wave of attacks were present, it doesnt matter whether you are Barnsley or Barcelona, under Ferguson teams at home, that is going to happen. They certainly werent carving us open at will. Apart from a comedy head first diving tackle from a horredously under par Bilyaletdinov and Leighton Baines being effortlessly swatted aside by notorious hardman Antonia Valencia, we didnt embaress ourselves at all.

People can criticise Moyes and his tactics as much as they like, but when you're up against bigger and consistantly invested upon squads away from home these days, you need a solid defensive display followed by a slice of luck to get any sort of result and again yesterday that wasnt forthcoming. A fantastic save by 57 year old Van Der Sar from the scorching Rodwell effort and the 'stonewall anywhere but old trafford or anfield' penalty appeals for Beckford and Anichebe either side of half time, were clear signs that yet again at Ireland's, Malaysia's and India's favourite tourist destination and all round money monster it wasnt going to be our day.

In more depressing and not completely unrelated news, some or all of our better players are still inevitably being linked with moves away in the summer. Leighton Baines is the latest one, with a possible move to Anfield being the one that wont go away. The paranoia inside some Evertonians would dictate that Liverpool and its hateful army of national tabloid hacks wouldnt bother running this one unless there was the slimmest of slim chances he may be interested. The ''Once i knew Kenny was in for me....'' quote being rubbed all over our long summer suffering kites is almost as inevitable as the move itself. Or something.

The weak get weaker and the strong get stronger.

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