Ah lad. The idea of Everton winning the league cup is a bit like a baaaad dry run. You want the leg over so bad that after a while you begin to think shaggin anything will be out of this world incredible. Then you finally do it, you ride a real life woman, however, she's in her 40s, got a BMI of 38, pissed up, a chain smoker, butt ugly and the whole wonderful experience lasts the guts of 45 seconds.
Yes, you have finally succeeded after all these years, but now that you've done it, by GOD was it unsatisfactory.
THAT is how I view this highly esteemed League Bloody Cup...