That classic Everton blend of "brilliant one minute, calamitous the next" is enough to make anyone’s head spin.
Doku’s finishing was clinical, let’s be honest—deadly on the right, lights out on the left. Some will point the finger at the marking, and they aren't entirely wrong, but you’ve got to give the lad his dues. He doesn’t pull those out of the locker every week.
We fought back in the second half thanks to Marc Guéhi, only to pay him back by gifting them a goal straight after. Absolute shambles. Right from the kick-off, too—straight through the heart of the center-halves. One’s caught ball-watching and the other’s turning like a container ship. If Moyesey was still in the dugout, we’d be forced to endure that "partnership" until the end of time.
Ndiaye gets through clean three times and hits the keeper every single time. Not once did it cross his mind to square it to Barry. Then, to top it off, he tries to dance through the middle at the death instead of taking it to the corner flag. Some fans are saying if a £50m bid comes in, drive him there ourselves.
Merlin Röhl showed unbelievable pace getting forward. Reckon even
Moyes was stunned, considering he probably sent him on just to shadow their left-back. Makes you wonder what the point of starting McNeil has been all this time.
Tim Iroegbunam looked decent in the second half—standard for a lad who’s had splinters in his backside from the bench and just needs some rhythm.
But the most soul-destroying bit? Conceding in the final minute three games on the bounce. Who do you even blame? That’s four points gone up in smoke over the last three matches. Small margins, but they hurt like hell.
Without those collapses, we’d be sitting pretty on 52 points with a +3 GD, neck-and-neck with Bournemouth for 6th.
Can’t blame ourselves, we’re just the ones suffering in the stands. The players gave it a go, so I won't hammer them too much. Let's just pin this one on the Gaffer then...
Three games left. Keep the faith, I suppose. COYB.