I have to say that, at times, last might reminded me of the Ali v Richard Dunne fight. After the third goal went in I almost felt like saying Please don't hit me anymore.
I have to say that, at times, last might reminded me of the Ali v Richard Dunne fight. After the third goal went in I almost felt like saying Please don't hit me anymore.

Are we talking the same Richard Dunne here?I wish big Richard had lamped Archie Knox.....![]()
Are we talking the same Richard Dunne here?
It's easy. You just have to remember that putting manager out of a job is the last resort..the very last resort. You only take that step when the evidence is OVERWHELMINGLY pointing in the direction that they cant do the job. We are miles from that.No matter what I have said in the past, Dave, I wish I had your attitude, I really do.
Agreed.Agree with a lot of thise that people have already posted.
One that hasn't - last season getting beaten at home by Crystal Palace hurt a lot, had just begun to believe that we had a chance at 4th and we bottled it.
Agree with a lot of thise that people have already posted.
One that hasn't - last season getting beaten at home by Crystal Palace hurt a lot, had just begun to believe that we had a chance at 4th and we bottled it.
xYou put more effort in that than the defence did last night.Okay......here goes.
The trials and tribulations an Evertonian with too many miles on the clock.
Fifty shades of feeling Blue.
In no particular order though with a cursory attempt at chronology.
1. 1968......the nascent Holy Trinity had carried us all the way to Wembley where we were overwhelming favourites to beat the Baggies.
We couldn't score. Jeff Astle did.
Watching on TV back in Garston, litle did a teenage schoolboy know that this was just the beginning.
2. 1969....the Holy Trinity in full bloom and we face Manchester City in a Cup semi final.
They had imploded after winning the Title the year before.....we were the New Football Order, set to rule for the next five years. Or so we were told.
City turned us over.
3. 1971......the Holy Trinity had stalled a bit throughout the autumn and winter but come April all was well again.
He had a Cup semi final against the RS and a European Cup quarter final agsinst a Greek team.
We lost both.
4. 1972....I woke up one morning to discover that Harry had broken up my beloved Holy Trinity.
Alan Ball had been sold to Arsenal.
5. 1974/75.
Two words. United and Carlilse.
Carlilse United have spent one season in the top tier of English football.
They were promoted in 1974 and they were relegated in 1975.
During that fateful season they beat us home and away.......coming from two down in the Goodison game.
Those dropped points were the difference between us winning the league that year and finishing fourth.
6. 1977.....the Villa trilogy.
Clive Thomas.
'nuff said.
7. 1980.....Semi Final against a second division outfit.
Hammers take the lead.....Kiddo equalises with a penno.
Extra time in the replay at Leeds and Big Bob scores another equaliser and almost climbs over the fence to celebrate in one of the most iconic Everton images ever.
Fat Frank's arl fella bursts the bubble that night.
There then follows a relatively disappointment free period when only Alan Hansen's hand stopping Sheedy's goal bound shot in the MilK Cup breaks our hearts but that is soon forgotten as we are back in Wembley a couple months later and at long last we are running round Wembley with the Cup.
On to Rotterdam and the happiest moment in this particular Evertonian's life to that stage.
We were champions.....we won two trophies.....in Steven, Reid, Bracewell and Sheedy we had a midfield to compare with the Holy Trinity at long last.
We were set, my friends,
We were Everton....we were back in the big time......this was our moment.
Heck, we were even going back to Wembley a few days later to try and win another trophy.
What could possibly go wrong?
8. 1985......before it had even had a chance to sink in, our triumphs of 1985 were trampled on the terraces at Heysel as 39 Italian football fans lost their lives thanks to fans of the most vile and hateful club in England.
It would be churlish to dwell on the football ramifications when so many died....suffice it to say this club had the life sucked out of it at Heysel and we have never recovered.
9. 1986.....life must go on and when Kevin Ratcliffe's shot squirmed under Grobbelaar's body at Anfield in February we seemed set fair to stroll to anither Title success.
Luton proved to be the killing field that season.....a late goal from, I think, Billy Hamilton, handing the initiative to the RS.
Then for good measure the buggers beat us at Wembley despite Lineker putting us in front.
Sod this lads......I am making myself depressed here
You don't need me to go on.
Evertonians of all ages.....from the teenagers like my young nephew who sat in my house and cried last night just like I cried after Jeff Astle scored a lifetime ago.
To my 90 year old dad who watched the game from the bed which he can rarely leave these days.
We all know these moments.
Please God we always will feel this bad when our beloved club meets with a setback on the field.
That we never will become apathetic or resigned.
And one day you younger blokes will see the Blues running round Wembley with the Cup.
Because we are Everton.....that's what we do
COYB.
You put more effort in that than the defence did last night.
It would be churlish to dwell on the football ramifications when so many died....suffice it to say this club had the life sucked out of it at Heysel and we have never recovered..
TouchéWriting about Everton in never requires any effort from me.