Match Preview
Didn't we all just cheer for the Saints as they finally got
their new-ground monkey off their back? It would have
been just terrible if they arrived at Goodison with poor home
form putting pressure on their away games, wouldn't it? And now they arrive with the Sky cameras in tow - not exactly
our favourite visitors!
Last season saw us scrape a 1-1 draw thanks to a Ball
penalty which dropped us to 17th place in the
Premiership. Think back to some of the dubious pleasures
we endured that season: Mark Hughes (now setting the world on
fire at Blackburn), Stephen Hughes (ditto Watford), Richard
Dunne (�3m - thanks Keegan) and Nyarko (no comment). Some things never change though; Jeffers was absent
injured.
What can we expect this season? Well, our forwards
are injured again � just how bored are you getting of that
record? But elsewhere, we do have some strength in
depth. The back four (and thank you Walter for sticking
with it at last) is looking relatively secure, with Simonsen
showing really promising form behind them, even if he was a
touch fortunate against Chelsea. With other defenders
like Watson upfront and Xavier on the bench, not to mention
Naysmith in midfield, we should look forward to a pretty solid
season from back there.
It's midfield where I think this game should be won. The Saints have nothing: a midfield of
Svensson, Marsden,
Oakley and Telfer (3 of whom played 120 minutes against Bolton
on Tuesday), even with Strachan's screaming, leaping, flaming
leprechaun impression in their ear � he is an annoying git,
though admittedly shows more emotion and passion in 45 mins
than Smith does in a whole season. - shouldn't really give Mad
Dog/Gemmill/Naysmith and Alex any problems and with Pembo and
Gazza also available we should dominate there. Will we
perhaps see Blomqvist for 20 mins?
Up-front? Rads desperately needs a goal before the
media and boo-boys decide its time to start having a pop, but
who can support him? Surely not Watson again? The
lad works his socks off but Walter Come on! Swallow that
pride (yeah likely!) and play one of our real forwards
upfront.
Chadwick? I've only seen him live against Espanyol
but even then he showed glimpses; JMM? Danny? I suppose
if we are honest none of those 3 are premiership
standard. But if the rumour mill is working correctly -
and who would ever doubt the News of the World - Dion Dublin
could well be joining us (about 8 years later than we wanted
and needed him).
Personally I just can't see Dublin joining us, but then I
gave up on Radzinski joining us at least 3 times, which will
probably leave Watson back upfront and us having to sit
through another "majestic" performance by
Unsworth.
It feels to me that we are back where we were before the
West Ham game. Then we all wandered into Goodison
wondering if we were about to get dragged back into the
relegation fight (dear God not again) and ready to scream for
the "dour Scotsman's" head. 5-0 later Walter
was safe � and how! A loss now would really threaten
our mid-table sojourn and if its done with Watson up front
then I fear for Smith.
Another blank and I don't think the Gwladys Street firing
squad will be quite so kind. That said, I don't expect
one. With or without Watson upfront, our midfield will
dominate and a return of two goals to nil will take us to
Fulham right back in the scrap for a top 10 finish. Which these days is realistically as good as we can hope
for....
BlueForEver
Feast and Famine
by Rob Burns
Departing Glasgow early this morning after a hedonistic visit to Celtic's
Parkhead yesterday, I knew that I had staked my (limited) reputation in Scotland
on Everton's performance this afternoon. I had found myself in crowded
bars, trying to defend the honour of one Walter Smith to men who have regarded
him lower on the scale of human existence than William of Orange and Ian
Paisley.
Luckily, I had Alan Stubbs in my arsenal of responses, a man whose reputation
in the green half of the city was enough to earn an Evertonian guest a degree of
respect. Still, I imagine that Sky will have thanked me for swelling the
viewing figures for the match north of the border � for at least the length of
time that it took to realise it would have been more profitable, as some had
suggested, to watch the solvents evaporate from a fresh coat of Dulux apple mint
green vinyl silk.
Sad... because, had you woken up in the second half, you would surely have
kicked yourself for not setting the timer to get the whole of this action-packed
feast.
Walter retained the side that returned a point from Filbert St last week,
with Steve Watson again starting alongside Radzinski up front, and the
impressive Steve Simonsen in goal behind a 4-4-2 formation. The bench was
a strong one for a squad bereft of personnel, with Xavier, Gerrard, Gascoigne,
Pembridge and Joe-Max Moore (to the frustration of the increasingly
desperate-for-goals Everton fans).
The first half began with a tribute to the late George Harrison � a
performance of Here Comes The Sun followed by applause � but the
continuity editors amongst you will notice/have noticed that the blues omitted
to wear the black armbands in the first half although they appeared with them in
the second.
The first half of the match was frustrating and, frankly, instantly
forgettable. High, long balls were occasionally interspersed with football
- the latter showed that Southampton were easily beatable, the former that they
had weight, muscle and far too much physical aggression for us to ever get
through with Route One tactics.
Southampton were as impressive as they were irritating. Niggling fouls, the
tug of the shirt, the obstructing wall of Paul Williams in the central defensive
area... But also an eagerness to get to the ball, be first in the tackle,
up for the headers and generally an enthusiasm and passion that showed Everton
to be second best all over the park.
Defensively, Pistone lacked any speed or accuracy in his distribution, was
slow to move out of defense, and panicked when under pressure. Credit to
Unsworth on the other side who was again steady and probably an unfortunate
victim of a necessary change for the second half.
Alexandersson was also a let down on the right, whether he was trying to
disguise his ability in preparation for the well publicised World Cup group or
he had just had something of a heavy night his first touch was poor and he was
caught in possession on several occasions.
Watson tried in vain to collect and control the aerial balls and left Rad
starved of opportunities. Watson struggled up front � the ideas are
certainly there but the turn of pace and the instinct � when and where to run
� was not. The only real light was the by now classy Simonsen who pulled
of a couple of great Southall-esque saves and is looking to be a real stalwart
behind the defence.
At half-time I pondered as to how the team which has played with panache (not
the notorious Christmas perfume from Lentheric) in recent times could look so
dire this afternoon - and not even a memorable strike on goal to rue the missing
of.
More nervously, I wondered how many of those Celts had taken me at my word
and elected to watch my 'top six, School of Science' heroes behave like a Sunday
League team! Perhaps I have a little too much self belief in my influence
on steaming drunk Scots but remember that we had become kindred spirits after
all.
Two changes were the reaction from the staff � Gazza entering the fray for
Alexandersson, pushing Gravesen over to the right; and Pembridge on for Unsworth
taking up a place wide left with Naysmith behind. Regardless of the
formation, it appeared that Walter had vented his spleen at half time as the
transformation was terrific - suddenly Everton first to the ball, driven by the
spirit of Gascoigne and the fiery Pembridge, tackling and running for each
other.
Pembridge was the outlet as Everton's furious pace began to pull the Saints
apart - pulling a long pass from right on the left hand touch-line to find
Watson, whose flick to find Radzinski was sublime. The little striker left
a trail of smoke behind him as he tore down the left, an angled run into the box
and a powerfully placed shot beyond Paul Jones into the far corner before the
defenders had even broken stride. This man is invaluable to Everton and
has made the crucial difference to the side which struggled with inconsistent
and often absent strikers last season. Are you watching how its done, Franny?
The biggest surprise for the goal was Walter's reaction, as he danced on the
touchline. A man who has shown as much charisma as a brick in his time at
Everton was either pissed or has reduce his dosage of Prozac - but the blue
touch paper has certainly been lit this afternoon and long may it
continue.
Gazza was unduly lauded in the Bolton game when he
scored his first goal in a blue shirt but was largely unimpressive over 90
minutes. Today he showed touches of vintage. The drop of the
shoulder, neat footwork and a lightening sprint led to a brilliant save from
Paul Jones at close range after beating three, and coming out of defence showing
maturity more in-keeping with his years.
Gazza showed Everton the way by spreading the ball, finding blue shirts and
relieving the pressure and the rush when marked men are forced to release the
ball by an incoming tackle. Pembridge was pacey and used the flanks well,
later interchanging with our hero to put him through, and combining with
Naysmith to raid time and again down the left.
Gravesen twice found himself through with only the keeper to beat, the first
forcing another great save from the Welshman, then selfishly shooting the
rebound instead of finding the free man Gemmill inside, the second opportunity
blazing wide. Walter despaired and Archie kicked the drinks box back down
the tunnel.
Never ones to victimise (ahem), the crowd re-emphasised their faith in the
Great Dane and it was repaid, as he stooped to cushion a downward header from a
Southampton corner on the goal line and save Everton's bacon - all was
forgiven.
Fans held their breath, convinced that the old hoodoo would strike again and
we would fold before the end - Southampton were still very much in the
game. The icing came as Xavier was stripped and ready to shore up the
defence � again it involved Gravesen who combined with Watson and crossed to
find a brilliantly timed slide from Pembridge, scoring to put the game beyond
the visitors. Abel resumed his seat on the bench, which, despite the icy weather
was, thankfully, still warm.
Everton had made amends for an awful first half and shown for the first time
on Sky that they have the talent to go places. The 90 minutes was
certainly ragged and much work is needed if we are to pick up points from some
big games before Christmas. Walter certainly passed on some of his
new-found passion to the team at half time and at least made the second half a
spectacle and something like the event we now expect when visiting
Goodison.
We cannot survive for much longer without a striker, however and perhaps this
rush of blood will lead to him chancing his arm on an Ormerod or a Zamora in
mid-week � a man for today and tomorrow, and not just a stop-gap. Credit
where due for today, though, as he dramatically changed a struggling side both
tactically and mentally.
Perhaps the bhoys will give at least a passing thought to my words of
wisdom over a Guiness or two tonight and perhaps Rabbie Burns will be invited
back to the Barrowlands after all.....
The pride of the peacock
is the glory of God
(Willam Blake, �Proverbs of Hell�, 1793)
by Squire of Beckenham
From the kick off, we probably looked good for about five minutes, with Radz
getting a shot in that was easily dealt with by Jones; after that, we were
incapable of stringing three passes together. Southampton under Strachan
have taken on the Dogs of War mantle, and then some. With half of their
�quality� players missing through injury, they decided that the best form of
defence was to snap at our lad�s ankles at every opportunity; and to be blunt,
we couldn�t cope with it.
While they didn�t have the quality to break our defence down, they didn�t
need it, because time after time we�d present them with the ball in dangerous
positions. Gravesen and Gemmill looked frankly hopeless, and their total
inability to hold onto the ball and play spread throughout the whole side.
It wasn�t long before Unzy started lobbing up the hopeful cross field punt to
no-one in particular, and we were extremely thankful to Simo for keeping us in
it with two breathtaking saves in the space of two minutes, one at point blank
range.
We weren�t helped by the bizarre decisions of the arsehole �officials�,
especially J Winter, esq; Gascoigne was later quoted as saying that Winter �had
a good game�. Christ, he must be in a festive mood already. Winter�s
crowning glory came in the second half, when after a foul on Gravesen he allowed
play to continue; but as soon as he saw that we had the advantage, he blew up
for the foul. Still, could have been worse I suppose, we could have had
the Harrow Schoolmaster.
Half time, and a chorus of boos. Of course, I wasn�t going to join in
with that palaver (me being totally self-righteous and all that), but I really
felt in The Slough of Despond. Or Slough. Or somewhere. As the teams
took to the pitch for the second half, I did a double-take; not one, but TWO
subs? Walter not leaving it until the 86th minute? Sheeeitt�
Unzie and Alex off, Gazza and Pele, sorry PEMBO, on. And the difference
was immediately apparent. Ish.
From a fairly slick Southampton move, the ball broke to our left touchline,
where Pele ran his little legs off to beat the Southampton man to the ball and
clear up field. As the ball arrived to Watto, he did an amazingly
convincing impersonation of a real centre forward and astutely flicked the ball
straight into the path of Jet-Heels, who despite the attentions of Williams drew
the keeper and scored with ease. I remember Paul Williams once winning a 100m
challenge to become �the fastest man in football�, but Radz left him for
dead.
And then it was time for the Gazza spectacular� first off, a dribble and
run past four or five defenders down the inside right channel, and as the
defender came across him Gazza simply ran around him, took the ball again and
was unlucky to bang the shot straight at Jones. Next, a similar jinking
run down the inside left channel finished off abruptly by a push and a certain
penalty � certain, that is, if the referee isn�t called Jeff Winter (and you�re
not playing for Everton). Several more top turns followed, including one
across the centre of the midfield utilising outrageous feints of the backheel a
la Duncan McKenzie.
Chance after chance was being carved out; Gravesen should be kicking himself
for spurning three fantastic chances after all the hard work had been done for
him in each case, and Southampton had no answer to it apart from the Ginger
Gnome shouting the odds from the sidelines. In the first half we made them
look good, we were so poor; in the second half they were shown up for the
relegation fodder that they really are.
Still, I�ve no sympathy for a side who can only muster two coaches for an
away trip (even a match on Sky on a Sunday), or one that plays a baldy, niggly
arl arse in defence (I thought Marsden was David Armstrong for a while). Even
when they managed a decent chance, Gravesen was there to redeem himself.
We needed a second goal, and it probably came at the right time; four minutes
from the end, and another flowing move was capped by a cross from Gravesen on
the right, which Watto left but Pele (PELE!!!) met at the far post and tucked
away. Fantastic.
So, three points well won in the end, a nice post-match chinwag in The Glebe
and an enormous feeling of well-being for the long trek home. Never was
the clich� of �a game of two halves� more apparent. Gazza for
England? Realistically no, but I will say this; Paul, thank you very, VERY
much for winding back the years and so gladdening my heart, and that of 28,000
other Blues-frozen-blue.
And as for Pele� can we play him every week?
Growing in Stature
by Richard Marland
After Saturday's games we were standing in 14th position, a stark reminder of
how we were drifting down the table. We still had a 7 point buffer to the
bottom 3, so there was no major cause for alarm but the need to start winning
games was becoming more pressing.
Team
It was exactly the same starting eleven and bench as the Leicester
game. In a way it is nice to see the consistency in team personnel;
however, it was still a little disconcerting to see Watson continuing as
emergency centre forward.
First half
Desultory, and to think I actually rushed to get there in time. It was
Niamh's fifth birthday party in the MacDonalds on Orsmkirk Road in Aintree.
The party finished at 3:30 and I had resigned myself to missing the first part
of the first half. As it was I got a lift down County Road and after
legging it down to Goodison I took my seat just as we kicked off. I
needn't have bothered.
Our passing game was truly woeful in the first half. The midfield was
non-existent and it was only our continuing solidity at the back that kept us in
the game. Simonsen produced two high-quality saves, Weir and Stubbs were
excellent. Southampton passed it around us with almost embarrassing ease.
Second half
The first half performance demanded changes and they duly arrived with the
introduction of Gascoigne and Pembridge for Unsworth and Alexandersson.
Alexandersson had been ineffectual but Unsworth I considered unfortunate as he
had been one of the better first-half performers. I also thought that
Tommy Gravesen was fortunate to remain on the pitch as he had been utterly
anonymous in the first half. The changes brought something of a reshuffle
- Naysmith went back to left back, Gascoigne and Gemmill went centre midfield
with Gravesen and Pembridge on the flanks.
You could immediately sense the difference. There was, at last, a sense
of purpose and drive about the team. Reward wasn't long in coming.
Pembridge, from deep within our half and on the touchline, made a clearance
towards Steve Watson. Watson produced a delicate lay-off to release
Radzinski down the left. Initially I thought Radzinski would go to the
by-line, however his touch and pace had him clear of the defensive cover and
homing in on goal. His finish was composed and decisive and we were 1-0
up. Radzinski at his best - a very impressive piece of attacking play.
We were now totally in charge of the game. Our previously toothless and
inept midfield was now running the show and carving out chances seemingly at
whim. Gascoigne waltzed through the defence before his shot was
saved. Gravesen tried to be far too clever with a little dink over the
'keeper, on his next attempt he overcompensated and his wild shot was off
target. Radzinski missed with a simpler chance than his goal.
It was all very pleasant to watch but while the lead stayed at a mere one
goal we could never be truly comfortable... Whilst Southampton never
looked remotely like scoring, all it takes is one goal mouth
scramble.
Our worries were finally eased with about 5 minutes to go. Yet another
raid down our right saw Gravesen deliver the cross for Pembridge, arriving at
the back post, to deliver the final touch.
Summary
The recently found robustness of our defence kept us in it in the first half.
A half-time rollocking and reorganisation gave us the impetus to go on and take
the game. The contrast between the midfield's performance in the first and
second half was startling. Walter clearly has food for thought as to what is his
best permutation, at least we have options there.
We continue to muddle through in attack and things can only improve with the
return, or indeed arrival, of another fit striker. However, if Radzinski
can use this excellent goal as a springboard, we shouldn't have two many worries
up front. All in all a good afternoons work and a startling rise to the
dizzy heights of ninth position.
Player ratings
- Simonsen 7 Visibly growing in stature. Two quality
saves and a generally authorative and commanding performance. Has made
a big contribution to the hat-trick of clean sheets.
- Pistone 7 Not at his best but certainly not bad.
- Stubbs 8 I have to confess to having doubts as to his ability
to cut it a four-man defense. Three consecutive clean sheets suggest I
was wrong. He was excellent today.
- Weir 8 Another good performance from a player of quite
remarkable consistency.
- Unsworth 7 Didn't think he did too much wrong and was
unfortunate to be subbed.
- Alexandersson 6 Back to his ineffectual worst.
- Gravesen 6 Absolutely woeful in the first half. Made
some use of the acres of space he was allowed in the second.
- Gemmill 6 Poor in the first half but at least, unlike
Gravesen, he seemed to be trying to get involved. Better in the second but
not one of his best days.
- Naysmith 7 An unfussy, uncomplicated player who gets the job
done.
- Watson 6 Barely got a sniff in the first half, hardly
surprising when the midfield plays as badly as that. Did a bit more in
the second and proved a delightful flick on for the first goal. He's
no Don Hutchison but you can't fault him for effort.
- Radzinski 7 The sort of goal you expect from a player of his
type. It was his sheer pace, coupled with a sure touch and a confident
finish, which made it.
- Gascoigne 7 Two delightful dribbles right into the heart of their
penalty area, one he should have scored from, one should have been a
penalty. The man still has plenty to offer providing he stays
fit. I just wish he wouldn't throw in quite so many full blooded
challenges, I half expect him to get injured every time he does one.
- Pembridge 7 Gascoigne will pick up the plaudits for the
second half turn around but we shouldn't ignore the contribution of
Pembridge. His ability to do his job, to close down space, to know
where he should be on the pitch is a good example to better footballers than
Mark Pembridge. We are always a better team for having him out on the
pitch.
Team 7 The first half barely warranted a 5, and that would have only
been because of the defense. But, they kept themselves in the game and
turned it round impressively.
Man of the match It's easy to go with the players who turned it
round in the second half, but really the three who kept us in it were Simonsen,
Stubbs and Weir. All three were excellent for the full 90 minutes but the
best of them, I reckon, was Stubbs.
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