its better if read on the site though
Sunderland V Everton FA Cup Replay,27 March, 2012
I missed the glory years of the 1980s. Also the 1960s, 30s, 20s, and the 1890s. No, I arrived late
to the Everton dance, and only fell in love once all of the beautiful women in the ballroom had
left, and the mid-90s version of Everton winked from across the room and blew a kiss at me.
I didn't see Fred Geary, Dixie Dean, or Tommy Lawton. I didn't see Dave Hickson. I didn't see
Alan Ball. I didn't see the year that Latch scored 30 and got a free T-shirt. I didn't see Kanchelski
or Reidy, and although I am able to enjoy their commentary, I didn't see Andy Gray or Gary
Linekar. I didn't see the first half of this match either because I had the TV set to the wrong
channel when I pressed "Record" and left for work. How lucky for me that when I came home
on break and noticed what I had done, a replay was showing, beginning with the second half,
and I was just in time to record over Judge Judy admonishing two fat people arguing over a
herron.
Second Half:
I was delighted that while I had missed Jelasovic's sweet side-footer from Guaye's cross in the
first half, Everton were determined to provide me with all of the entertainment I had missed out
on in the previous 120 years. At one point I checked the top of the screen to make sure I was
not viewing some sort of old highlight reel. This was not football, this was smash and grab. A
referee was of no use, this match called for a magistrate. The football was lunch money to the
Everton bullies, and the flinching Sunderland side were only too happy to hand it over despite
Martin O'Neil licking his fingers and urging his players to fight.
In the 54th minute, the disgusted O'Neil decided that perhaps removing a Euro-hippy from the
pitch and sending David Vaughn, a player with a proper English name, into the match would
shake things up. The substitution paid dividends immediately, when Tim Cahill played Jelasovic
in on the keeper, and Jelly played a sneaky ball to Vaughn, who guided it past his keeper.
Finally, in a desperate effort to slow Everton down, Sunderland accused Phil Neville of rape. Oh,
the anger they showed in defending the honour of their fallen tart proved, indeed, that chivalry is
not dead. However, Sunderland's dreams are dead as shown by the morose faces of their fans
that had bothered showing up to Goodison Park tonight. Playful Everton pawed the Sunderland
players around the pitch some more until the referee called them off and ended the match. The
fans at Goodison North roared their approval, stirring the echoes of the past at the true Goodison
Park, and the Everton heroes basked in the adulation. The Sunderland players trod carefully
off the pitch on the path of ice left behind by their manager.
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Sunderland V Everton FA Cup Replay,27 March, 2012
I missed the glory years of the 1980s. Also the 1960s, 30s, 20s, and the 1890s. No, I arrived late
to the Everton dance, and only fell in love once all of the beautiful women in the ballroom had
left, and the mid-90s version of Everton winked from across the room and blew a kiss at me.
I didn't see Fred Geary, Dixie Dean, or Tommy Lawton. I didn't see Dave Hickson. I didn't see
Alan Ball. I didn't see the year that Latch scored 30 and got a free T-shirt. I didn't see Kanchelski
or Reidy, and although I am able to enjoy their commentary, I didn't see Andy Gray or Gary
Linekar. I didn't see the first half of this match either because I had the TV set to the wrong
channel when I pressed "Record" and left for work. How lucky for me that when I came home
on break and noticed what I had done, a replay was showing, beginning with the second half,
and I was just in time to record over Judge Judy admonishing two fat people arguing over a
herron.
Second Half:
I was delighted that while I had missed Jelasovic's sweet side-footer from Guaye's cross in the
first half, Everton were determined to provide me with all of the entertainment I had missed out
on in the previous 120 years. At one point I checked the top of the screen to make sure I was
not viewing some sort of old highlight reel. This was not football, this was smash and grab. A
referee was of no use, this match called for a magistrate. The football was lunch money to the
Everton bullies, and the flinching Sunderland side were only too happy to hand it over despite
Martin O'Neil licking his fingers and urging his players to fight.
In the 54th minute, the disgusted O'Neil decided that perhaps removing a Euro-hippy from the
pitch and sending David Vaughn, a player with a proper English name, into the match would
shake things up. The substitution paid dividends immediately, when Tim Cahill played Jelasovic
in on the keeper, and Jelly played a sneaky ball to Vaughn, who guided it past his keeper.
Finally, in a desperate effort to slow Everton down, Sunderland accused Phil Neville of rape. Oh,
the anger they showed in defending the honour of their fallen tart proved, indeed, that chivalry is
not dead. However, Sunderland's dreams are dead as shown by the morose faces of their fans
that had bothered showing up to Goodison Park tonight. Playful Everton pawed the Sunderland
players around the pitch some more until the referee called them off and ended the match. The
fans at Goodison North roared their approval, stirring the echoes of the past at the true Goodison
Park, and the Everton heroes basked in the adulation. The Sunderland players trod carefully
off the pitch on the path of ice left behind by their manager.
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