They used to call this our cup final, like it was some kind of insult towards us, because we used to get up for it and put in an effort not usually characteristic of our normal performances. We don’t do that any more, if anything we kind of accept defeat, the only question being by how many or what misfortune will go against us, last minute winner, dubious penalty, poor back pass, ball being moved ten feet from the original offence or if somehow we are still in the game a whistle going for full time as it’s sailing into their net.
Full of hard luck stories us. It ain’t even a cup final anymore, we’ll turn up, stand off, make individual mistakes, struggle to keep hold of the ball, lump it forward without direction, you know the usual Everton. You know, might even win....the coin toss. There again.
If Everton do win, it won’t because of Allardyce, it’ll be in spite of him. This team owe their supporters a performance this weekend, in previous years we usually got it, these days you’re not so sure. It’s not even a big game any more, definitely not for them and unfortunately not even for us. That’s how I see it anyway.
