Let me set the scene. I've had a nice summer, enjoyed the Euros, and the absolute madness of that rat Ancelotti kicking us in the shins right when we didn't need it (more on him later), and then the 'chase'...
As weeks go, that was about as good as we've had in recent years as Evertonians. We finally broke the hoodoo. The hoodoo with the voodoo. But that win at the pit meant so much more than just a win....
ANOTHER GAME?!?!?! The Everton end of season World Cup continues and thanks to other results we've scraped through the group stages and into the knock outs. Hopes are low. Very low. Everton were badly, late Martinez, late Koeman, ALL Allardyce...
Ah Goodison Park. Back where it feels right again. Back where the dars shout at everything. Back where booing is the norm....wait...no...what is this? I sense optimism. Even I have it and i'm one of the least optimistic blues you'll...
Well looky what we have here (Biff Tannen, Back To The Future, 1985), my old foes in a bit of trouble. Those of you who don't know, I lived in Southampton for a very long time until mid last year...
