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27.8.17 Chelsea (a) via Everton Arent We
“Don’t wish it away
Don’t look at it like it’s forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better”
After spending £150m odd this summer, you’d like to think there would be some depth in the squad and an ability to cope with the rigorous demands of twice a week football, or in this case, three games in six days. Unfortunately, the ridiculous suspension to Morgan Schneiderlin and a couple of injuries elsewhere, coupled with Mirallas being dropped for having a sulk, has left us looking thinner than Mick Quinn’s racehorse. Only the Champions to play then.
Being absolutely brutal, there was never any point in the match where Everton looked worthy of even a point. Chelsea dominated from start to finish, with the home side looking menacing and us looking stretched ragged. Sandro returned to the team but spent most of the first half at least 40 yards from his nearest teammate. Davies and Gueye were ineffectual in midfield. The wing backs were pressed in and unable to create anything going forward. Sigurdsson looked like a man playing his 2nd game in three days with no preseason. The less said about Ashley Williams the better.
They opened the scoring on the half hour, Williams failing abjectly to clear the ball at his feet, allowing Morata to feed Fabregas, the latter’s delightful first time effort leaving Pickford in goal with no chance. With the home side rampant, the hope at this point was to get through til half time. Could we? Could we [Poor language removed]. Morata added to his earlier assist with a powerful header and the game was dead.
The second half was slightly less abject in that it saw our first touch in Chelsea’s box, a wildly sliced shot from Sandro that somehow took a deflection and went for a corner. Sigurdsson, struck by the Everton set piece curse, proceeded to hit the first man. A late Williams glancing header was the closest Everton came and in truth, Chelsea looked more like extending their lead than anything else, both Pedro and Willian with efforts that Pickford dealt with relatively comfortably.
A day to forget then, and a fortnight to mull it over with the international break next week, and the closing of the transfer window. A vital few days in which we really need to be bringing in at least three faces. A top class centre half, an established striker and hopefully some width to replace the (probably) departing Mirallas.
Mercifully brief this time out as I can’t work up any enthusiasm to write about them when they’re that [Poor language removed] and you don’t want to read about them either. Here’s hoping for a better showing next time out.
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“Don’t wish it away
Don’t look at it like it’s forever
Between you and me I could honestly say
That things can only get better”
After spending £150m odd this summer, you’d like to think there would be some depth in the squad and an ability to cope with the rigorous demands of twice a week football, or in this case, three games in six days. Unfortunately, the ridiculous suspension to Morgan Schneiderlin and a couple of injuries elsewhere, coupled with Mirallas being dropped for having a sulk, has left us looking thinner than Mick Quinn’s racehorse. Only the Champions to play then.
Being absolutely brutal, there was never any point in the match where Everton looked worthy of even a point. Chelsea dominated from start to finish, with the home side looking menacing and us looking stretched ragged. Sandro returned to the team but spent most of the first half at least 40 yards from his nearest teammate. Davies and Gueye were ineffectual in midfield. The wing backs were pressed in and unable to create anything going forward. Sigurdsson looked like a man playing his 2nd game in three days with no preseason. The less said about Ashley Williams the better.
They opened the scoring on the half hour, Williams failing abjectly to clear the ball at his feet, allowing Morata to feed Fabregas, the latter’s delightful first time effort leaving Pickford in goal with no chance. With the home side rampant, the hope at this point was to get through til half time. Could we? Could we [Poor language removed]. Morata added to his earlier assist with a powerful header and the game was dead.
The second half was slightly less abject in that it saw our first touch in Chelsea’s box, a wildly sliced shot from Sandro that somehow took a deflection and went for a corner. Sigurdsson, struck by the Everton set piece curse, proceeded to hit the first man. A late Williams glancing header was the closest Everton came and in truth, Chelsea looked more like extending their lead than anything else, both Pedro and Willian with efforts that Pickford dealt with relatively comfortably.
A day to forget then, and a fortnight to mull it over with the international break next week, and the closing of the transfer window. A vital few days in which we really need to be bringing in at least three faces. A top class centre half, an established striker and hopefully some width to replace the (probably) departing Mirallas.
Mercifully brief this time out as I can’t work up any enthusiasm to write about them when they’re that [Poor language removed] and you don’t want to read about them either. Here’s hoping for a better showing next time out.
Pax Evertonia
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