March 2008 Archives

JUST an after-thought following the derby.
Can anyone who was at Anfield explain what happend to the Liverpool supporter who digged Phil Neville as he tried to take a throw-in?
Because I’d imagine he was ejected from the ground and banned for the rest of the season, right?

PRIDE is more difficult to swallow than ever in this antagonised, ultra-sensitive new derby era.
But it’s our turn to gulp it down after a no-show at Anfield from which we rightly emerged empty-handed.

HERE we are then, on the eve of the most significant derby for a few years.
It’s extremely likely the winner will push on to Champion’s League qualification and the big, fat wheelbarrow full of cash it entails.

SOMETHING’S changed hasn’t it? It’s hard to put your finger on, but we’re just not buzzing like we were.
By ‘we’re’ I mean the team and the fans. It’s impossible not to notice the subtle sea-change since Fiorentina.

NICE to see the special edition pink home shirt doing brisk business and hopefully making lots of money for breast cancer charity.
(http://www.evertonfc.com/news/archive/pink-shirt-success.html)
It got me thinking - there can't be many finer sights than a shapely young lady in an Everton shirt?
And with the fairer sex in mind - where do you all think the best girls sit in Goodison? I reckon the Gwladys girls are the fittest but I'm open to other shouts.
Anyway, as it’s Easter, enjoy....

I PAY scant attention to scare stories about Moyes’s contract and its, as yet, lack of a ginger signature.
Everton’s continued progress means national sports editors demand their hacks write something about our club and, grasping for a line, too often they reach for the flimsy and fantastical.

FINALLY the lurgey has subsided, the hangover has gone and I’m just starting to feel human again after the Fiorentina trip.

TIM Cahill has copped a bit of criticism from the national press for his goal celebration on Sunday.
His emotionally-charged arms-crossed effort was a tribute to big brother Sean, currently doing six years for nearly blinding a fella in a scrap outside a Kent night club.