By any standards a season of seismic change when the whole ethos of english football was challenged ..... " ONLY MONEY wins" is the dreadful shout.
The assembly of unknown talent of hungry young players and misfit square pegs in round hole lads morphing as one to astound all and sundry was sentimental guff - such ideals are dead and gone .... really?
Roberto Martinez smiled his way into Goodison Park and was received with politeness but discernable trepidation Kenwright said "David" in the press conference as a lost child shouts "daddy". Some fans gave dire warnings, the sword of Damacles hovered in righteous condemnation because Martinez was taking on not just the rest of the league but a generation fed on caution and pragmatism. It may not be sexy, or win you anything but you don't get relegated.
Martinez recalls "I walked out for the first game at Norwich fully prepared - I knew I must earn the respect at this most famous institution this mountain of a club called Everton FC. The away support took my breath away for an instant my legs threatened to buckle I had read what Alan Ball said "it's the warmth and genuine love that makes them different"...... what would Goodison be like?"
Nov 23, the liverpool game; the new system and players had done ok the faithful had dutifully accepted mistakes they were of course inevitable - omelette and breaking eggs comes to mind - but this was THE day, the game were excuses were exhausted.
Stalwarts Baines and Jags told the echo reporter " it was the usual story.... refs decisions, unexplainable lead in the boots leaving us a yard slower leaving us 2-0 down with 15 to go. Gerrards injury allowed the gaffer to call us all over. It was the first time we'd seen him mad "are you fit to walk this hallowed turf? look into the eyes of people who have seen Labone, Ball, Kendal and Harvey? now look at the smirking arrogance and contempt of THAT LOT! ... are you really evertonians ? " Big dunc was beside him and roared "IF you are ????? get out there and tw@t the fckers".
History will recall almost immediately Jags nodded in from a corner making it 2 - 1 Everton won every tackle playing "park football" charging forward without fear it was "next goal the winner" stuff. With 2 mins to go Tim Howard came up for a last gasp throw in in their half. As the ball sailed over from Mirallas Howard rose at full tilt skittling Liverpool defenders everywhere rising like the great eagle emblem of his native USA powering a header home at the Gwladys st net.....2-2.
The pandemonium never stopped, those famous last few minutes witnessed the Liverpool monkey ripped off the EFC back and kicked whimpering over Stanley Park back to the menagerie. A free kick 30 yds out was to be the last kick of the game incredibly Baines and Mirallas appeared to be arguing over who was taking it - what a ruse - Tony Hibbert had come on as sub for the injured Coleman and trotted aimlessly up the pitch before charging behind the decoy pair and cracking a thunderbolt toward the top corner of Reinas net. Despairingly Reina took off arms and body at full stretch - it was too late - the net was shaking, Goodison was shaking and Kopites were streaming out in tears shaking their heads.
Like Oxford and Kendal this game will go down in folklore as the turning point the unity of purpose the confidence to play the scintillating football which has captured the nations imagination. Winning the league cup was a great day and now being in the final of the FA cup with 3 rd place assured in the league is great - but it's only the start.
What a season.