4 March 1995
Leicester is the half-way point of the M1. this makes it easy to find and
not too far to travel. The touble is that it sprawls over an area the size
of a city with 2-3 times its population. Also the road system as a spaghetti
nightmare with no signs to either the football or rugby grounds, and the
city centre traffic is very heavy.
Additionally, The City Stadium, Filbert Street is hidden away in a quiet
suburb, making the task of finding the ground one of the worst nightmares
in the country. The best advice I got was that like Bradford City, the ground
is not far from the City Centre. Unfortunately 'not far' means 20 minutes
walk, if you count the station as the centre.
The station at least is easy to find, and I recommend the 'Royal Mail' pub
2 streets west of it, next to the (free!) station car park. %-}
On the cold & windy walk to the ground, I heard crowd noise. A game was
definitely on! A stared hard at my watch which insisted it was only 2.45.
Fortunately the noise was the famous Leicester Rugby Union ground (only 0.5
miles from the footy ground, and easier to spot!) - they were beating Wasps,
and had more fans than City.
It's quite a while since I used the footy cliche' "game of two halves", but
this one calls for it, albeit under circumstances I've never seen before
in football.
The first half on a sunny but cold Leicester afternoon was football which
was 'nice'. Competitive, with Everton the better team deserving a half time
lead of at least one goal, and everything poised for an equally entertaining
second half. It must however have had the neutral press reporters twiddling
their pencils in boredom.
Keeping the same formation as against United, with the same starting team
except Samways for Ebbrell, Everton got off to a slowish start, but easily
repulsed the attacks of the feeble foxes. It was a wonderful surprise then
when despite not having had a decent run down either wing, Everton scored.
Limpar found himself in acres of space in central midfield and had all day
to pick a spot and hit the net from 30 yards. Unusually for that distance,
this was no long range blast. Anders was so happy he ran to the packed Everton
section to his left and gave some of them high fives. The picture of smiling
happy teammates only 10 feet away from me will stay with me a long time.
Both teams mounted a half dozen attacks each after that, but none looked
dangerous or called for a good save. Half time approached. I went in search
of coffee. From the queue, the view was obscured by a series of panals. As
the queue shuffled, one's view changed, but used the crowd noise to tell
if things were worth watching.
I'd just got far enough to see City's goal when a steward slid a sliding
door across the opening, blocking our ^panals view! Listening carefully to
the They weren't celebrating long, but our first 2-goal away lead of the
season made the fact that the queue stopped dead for most of half time due
to lack of hot water (again! this happened at Leeds!) seem like a forgivable
blemish on a Royal Blue day. (TV showed a superb passing buildup to the goal,
Limpar feeding Hinchy's storming overlap).
As I queued, I remember thinking that I might report that Leicester had not
shown the unsavoury aggression that had coloured their promotion season last
year. I got served as the 2nd half kicked off, but also missed the Sending
Off, so here is the insert, based on Match of the Day slow-motions. Only
about 3 minutes in, everyone is turning to head to midfield as Neville has
the ball, when Galloway, a Celtic player on loan to City, attacks Samways
with a two-fisted punch to the neck about 4 feet behind the retreating referee's
back. Vinny reacts by kicking the Celt up in the air as he passes, but by
now in sight of the ref. The linesman also missed the assault, so Vinny has
to go & Galloway gets off free.
Ten-man Everton held out for about 10 minutes but looked to be holding the
balance easily enough to see out the win, but then they had a bit of luck
- a soft low cross from the right found their only threat Draper in a forest
of white shirts and he pushed it between more white shirts to score. The
change was dramatic. This half Leicester had a clear policy - to niggle &
fight and argue and sledge our players and try & provoke reactions.
Card sstarted flying all over the place, and Galloway was flapping his mouth
at everyone, especially Ferguson. The mood was therefore already ugly when
Ferguson was sent off. An innocuous ball from midfield to Duncan on the right
wing saw two players rise to head. The blue one dropped as if poleaxed, and
the white one got sent off. About fifteen slow-mo replays prove what we already
knew so convincingly that even Mr Rednose Handball Hansen agreed - the Red
Card was a travesty. W
hen the ball was played to Duncan he was alone, and the 'victim' Willis was
10+ yards deeper. Willis rushed in and reached to challenge as DF executed
a perfect turn-around jumping header, but Willis ran into Duncan's raised
arm. Ferguson had no idea Willis was there, and had no idea where he was
approaching from, having not laid eyes on him until he was on the deck, feigning
death. For Ferguson to have deliberately elbowed him was impossible - a fact
which everyone except referee Durkin saw. Obviously he's one of these sponges
who believes the BS stories about reputations instead of assessing things
on his own. The givaway was that the standful of Leicester fans behind the
incident did not even appeal for a foul until their man was down. Willis
of course got up and carried on without a mark on him.
Even as Ferguson left the field, Galloway had not finished, and tried to
get Duncan to have a go at him. Now the numbers were looking hopeless. No
Ferguson, No Vinny. Anders had been subbed off for Stuart. No attack, a hole
in midfield and only Jackson on the bench. JR opted for the Alamo tactic,
took off Barlow and put Jackson in pushing Barrett into Right midfield.
Everton could do nothing. They hadn't enough men to risk going forward and
just booted it upfield. Nev was booked for timewasting. Under seige with
no means to counter, City had time to mount as many as 20 attacks. The game
was over, ruined by cynical tactics and a pet referee. The only question
was how many goals City's seige of Neville's goal could get them. Nine-Man
Everton held out for another ten minutes, during which Nev pulled out two
top-drawer saves, but at last one of the endless attacks was scrambled in
for a messy equaliser.
Left winger Lowe who had supplied the cross should be getting official complaints
this week for running the whole length of the Everton section pointing and
laughing at us. It was inevitable because he had mysteriously been the loudest
target for boos, though it was Willis not him who'd got Duncan dismissed.
Perhaps it was Lowe who dived to try and get another card earlier.
This still doesn't excuse the taunt, and why he was not pelted in missiles
can only be a miracle. Five minutes of normal time, plus an unsurprisingly
generous EIGHT minute injury time, City failed to get a winner. Everton's
huge contingent gave huge applause to their 9 heroic defenders and huge abuse
to the retreating officials and City cynics.
The final score in cards was Leicester 2 (including Galloway, who now has
had 4 yellows in 6 games.. what a surprise!) Everton 6 (incl. 2 red). I think
all of these were second half. The premier league will be hugely better off
now that that team is going down. Not only are they garbage - they're ungracious
garbage. What a disgrace to a club famous for producing great and HONEST
players.
I certainly blame Galloway for creating the situation which then turned ugly.
Whether he was under orders, or whether he hates Rangers, or whether he's
just a poisinous little nark, Evertonians will remember that name if the
two points he scuttled for us become important. It was unfortunate the ref
fell for it and the linesmen didn't help, but there were no mistakes that
could not be put down to pressure.
Their football was excellent but too many of this team let themselves be
rattled by the destructive tactics. Joe's got to sort this out because inferior
teams will do anything to upset your rhythm, and refs are suckers for
reputations.
Two blinders, one horrific mistake. VERY busy.
Much better most of the game.
Saved a point with stonewall defending.
Good the few time he got forward. Corners weak again!
A great man to have in a crisis.
Much better in the air today.
An excellent game - coming on in bounds.
Not as dominating as he can be.
Dominated midfield. Galloway picked a vital target.
Really settling in now that things are going his way.
Speed caused panic. If the coaches can develop this role he can still become
a great player.
Great performance but got no goalthreatening service.
Main job was to take the ball upfield and use up time.
Leicester City 2 - 2 Everton
Overview
Sly Foxes outsmart Everton.
Trip report
Match report
Team Performance = 7
Player by player
Southall
Barrett
Jackson
Hinchcliffe
Watson
Unsworth
Parkinson
Horne
Samways
Limpar
Barlow
Ferguson
Stuart