Exactly this mate, one of the few times in life I have felt helpless as a blue or a dad than as I did at half time that game, as daft as that sounds.
My two kids were in bits, ready to leave and put Everton in the bin for good,
and I almost joined them.
The explosion of emotion at the end of the palace game wasn’t to do with enjoyment or something to be celebrated; it was just relief, sadness, elation at survival and pent up frustration being released by every single blue who was there, and Bill not getting it is the reason he shouldn’t be anywhere near the club.
The statement is another disgrace to add to his list.