A mate who goes and a miles better blue than i (reserves and all kinds, the biff), missed the Johnson 3-0 against the shite the other year after choosing to go to a wedding and is constantly reminded of the fact whenever the game gets brought up. It feels a bit like that for me this time though. As we all know Goodison can creak and rock to the sheer aggression of its supporters surpringly at least once a season(think Blackburn a few years back 1-0, Ruddy etc etc), this was the game. Duncan Ferguson with his Marbella glow being on the pitch pre game and getting all emotional when pumping his fist at the supporters and was the warning sign too, bah! In the style of the big man himself, this was gonna be a scrap but any result is possible when you play like it means something. Its been a bit shit this season when alls said and done, but the odd result like this against trophy/competition chasing sides dont do your support any harm in the belief stakes.
Toothy Spaniard David Silva and Yaya Toure combined superbly and were unlucky not to put the game beyond doubt just between the pair of them in the opening exchanges, as City's expesively rushed together squad managed to show how good they can be if they settle in, bed down a bit and grow some fucking balls. Moyes possibly got his selection wrong employing two holding midfielders from the off at home, but the second half was a completely different story. Beckford was brought on to offer some support to Victor Anichebe, who up until this point had been valiantly trying his upmost to take the game to City and Lescott in particular, more of the same please from everybodys favourite moaning arse Crosbite.
Arteta and Osman moving into more central roles gave the team the artistry they needed to accompany their stirring physical fightback after the break. Tim Cahills waspish introduction led to ex city player Sylvain Distin getting us on level terms after Arteta curled in a beauty. Ten minutes later though, the big man would of been proud, as Evertons current man of the moment, little Leon Osman rose spectacularly above Vincent Kompany(the biggest of Citys multi million pound SuperGrocks) to glance one in at the far post. Limbs.
City responded by bringing on two expensive young talents in Balotelli and Adam Johnson as they tried to force their way back into the game. A £60,000 signing from Sligo Rovers put the pair of them in the shade though when he appeared and made a mockery of their price tags with a showing of bullish fearlessness. It was all too late for Manchester City, the blue heckles were up all over the ground and bigger, classier and more talented teams than them have come and succumbed to its ferocious love and support for its team, and long may it continue. See you next season City, cheers for the 6 points you cryarsing gang of trumpets.
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