Footy is a cruel, cruel game.
It's really hard to take...After taking the game to UTd Everton came away empty handed. Not only that but the way results are going our season is crashing down round our ears which is such a shame. Spurs, Blackburn and Portsmouth all won and Bolton picked up a point. Our game against Pompey is vital but even that mightn't be enough if Reading's good form continues. Pompey were gifted the points by Benitez resting most of his team (Grrrr).
It had started so brightly....we bossed the game for the first 15 minutes. Stubbs hit a daisy cutting free-kick that looked to have been deflected into the net. The pace was furious on a gorgeous late spring day. Alan Ball would have been proud. Utd came back into it but we knew they would 1-0 at half time was always going to herald a storm. In truth the only thing we did in the second half was score....Fernandes blasted the ball into the net from the edge of the area. Fantastic goal...it really was. Goodison went mental with about 9 different songs ringing round the ground. The key moment was Turner's fumble...it gifted them a lifeline back into the game. 10 more minutes at 2-0 and their pursuit of the game would have become desperate...instead they brought Ronaldo on and showed their class. Even then it took a Phil Neville own goal to equalise...Evertonians were gutted. After that it became a bit of a procession. Not aided by some fundamentally biased refereeing from Alan Whiley. You get the feeling we got caught in the Chelsea/Utd crossfire 'cause he gave us nothing all afternoon...understandable given the inevitable "I told you so" from Alex Ferguson had decisions gone against him. 4-2 and a slump into the Intertoto beckons.
Utd must be likes pigs in shit...on such days titles are won.
Best bit of Rooney abuse came from the chap sitting a couple of rows in front of us : "You're a scab Rooney...you'll always be a scab and that's the worst thing to be".
Heaven knows I'm miserable now.
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