Patterson apparently....Anyone know how he's done it yet?
Patterson apparently....Anyone know how he's done it yet?
anyone else, not slept, not eat, not drank?
or just me?
i feel i’ve lost a piece of my everton happiness. i can’t function.
i will always love you worn our jersey
jack. always
i’m clearly mourning for jack lads.
anyone else, not slept, not eat, not drank?
or just me?
i feel i’ve lost a piece of my everton happiness. i can’t function.
i will always love you worn our jersey
jack. always
i’m clearly mourning for jack lads.
Arise, Sir Dwight.Opportunity for someone else to step up now and make the position their own.
So what you are saying is. Play Grealish for 75% of the season....and you see where the injudicious use of him has got us: a player we paid a large loan deal for who we've had 20 games out of and no more than that.
Wouldn't it have been a far better strategy to play Grealish and then rest him every 3 games or so?....or have him come off the bench and limit game time that way?
This is a self-inflicted wound. There's not getting away from it.
Its been 17 hours and nearly a day
Since you took my Jack away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your foot away
Since you've been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing, I said, nothing can take away
these blues
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
It's been so lonely without you here
Like DCL without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me, Grealish, where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around Beto and Barry
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor and guess what he told me?
Guess what he told me?
He said, "Matt, you better try to have fun no matter what you do,"
But he's a fool
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
All the goals you assisted, Grealish, at the Dicky Hill
All died when you went away
I know that living with you, baby, was sometimes hard
But watching Mcneil I'd rather die
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares to you
The lack of information about what exactly happened makes it all the more curious, how determined you are to place the blame very specifically on one person. Almost as if there's an agenda, there.Depends what they were doing t the time. no doubt a 'warm down' routine or whatever will be uses by Everton as the 'real' occurrence - no flys on them.
Yes, Grealish may have wanted to play every minute, but that's not really an argument as it's Everton who have control over the situation and when he plays and doesn't.
Rumour has it that someone placed what seemed to be a citrus fruit with a face on it on the training ground. Understandably, Jack went to volley it as hard as he could, but it turned out to be a painted rock.Anyone know how he's done it yet?
Anyone know how he's done it yet?
it is for me mate i don’t think i can go anymoreI wasn't even going to come on the Forum this week, and now this has happened..
Just tell yourself it's not the end of our journey mate.
Depends which one of the bro scientists you ask.
Could be a drinking related injury from a wild night in Dubai.
Could be the farmers field pitches at FF.
Could be the fact that we employ lads who work at the Tommy Frost to look after fitness, conditioning and recovery.
Or then there’s Dave’s theory, Moyes hit his foot with a lump hammer.
Take your pick.
So what you are saying is. Play Grealish for 75% of the season.
Which is 28.5 games.
He’s currently played 20 games or 90% of our games so far.
Based on those maths. He COULD have played 34 games in total.
Meaning an Elite level premier league athlete plays a whopping 5.5 games more than your wish. Or 0.6 games extra per month
Would you then be complaining he would have then cost more £/game?
It’s an injury. It’s part and parcel of the game
Its been 17 hours and nearly a day
Since you took my Jack away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since you took your foot away
Since you've been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing, I said, nothing can take away
these blues
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
It's been so lonely without you here
Like DCL without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me, Grealish, where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around Beto and Barry
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor and guess what he told me?
Guess what he told me?
He said, "Matt, you better try to have fun no matter what you do,"
But he's a fool
'Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
All the goals you assisted, Grealish, at the Dicky Hill
All died when you went away
I know that living with you, baby, was sometimes hard
But watching Mcneil I'd rather die
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares
Nothing compares to you
Nothing compares to you
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