I was thinking as I drove home this afternoon, (I think a lot, probably too much, but I think it's just my brain's way of putting itself at peace if the now not so unimaginable happens), that from a footballing standpoint I'd miss very little of the Premier League circus if we were to go down. No more matches against the Sky Special Six and a league where matches are arranged and rearranged to fit in with their requirements, where decisions (despite VAR) continue to be skewed in favour of some clubs and there's absolutely nothing we can do to change it. and the rest of us are left to scratch about for enough points to accomplish mid-table respectability (mediocrity) or maybe even sneak a place in one of the lesser European competitions thrown down to us from the top table. No more listening to Souness, MaccaMaccaMaccmananman, Spitty, Keane and Neville chatting sh** about us on a weekly basis., but the rather wonderful Michelle Owen and co instead.
There's also the belief that this useless bunch of owners/board/management/players deserve some pain for the absolute mess they've all contributed to get us into and relegation would do that.
Here's the rub, we as fans will also feel the pain. Then there's the fear that they've now got us into a financial situation that's beyond the depth of our footballing inadequacy and that going down doesn't simply mean playing in the Championship, it means financial ramifications on a Derby scale and a very handy example for the authorities to use to warn others in future. Mmm, maybe there's still some work to do to convince myself really
Oh Everton, how did we get here.