AS ever Mark O’Brien summed the current Blue climate up perfectly this weekend on When Skies Are Grey.
‘It’s almost a bit scary watching Everton at the moment, because the b*stards are penetrating our tough, cynical skin, formed by years of false hope and disappointment, and making us feel that absolutely anything is possible’.
I does feel special right now. There’s just something about the fast, effective football we’re playing, coupled with the emergence of some consistent, big performers, which is eroding my ingrained blue cynicism.
It’s like we’re running out of things to moan about.
Can it last? Will the African Nations decimation send us sloping back to the drawing board?
At the start of the season me and the artist formerly known as Anton ‘Sibierski’ Barrett did our wish lists for the coming campaign.
I tried to be phlegmatic, but more out of wide-eyed hope than any preternatural hunch I speculated about Moysie jigging about on the Wembley pitch.
Tony understandably wrote of his desire for a credible title challenge.
We’re half-way through the season and both wishes are still only a couple of vital games away from being decided one way or another.
Elsewhere, Mark Clattenberg had another absolute stinker as he butchered the Wigan Blackburn game. Championship for him next term Mr Barwick.
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