There is very little that Everton has done of late (as in over a quarter of a century) to inspire within me even a scintilla of optimism.
We will start slowly, go behind to a Deeney screamer, continue to play haplessly, fall a further goal behind and continue to play hoof ball to rubber shins Lukaku (who will look suitably disinterested the entire match).
So, 2-0 to the hornets.
And after 94 minutes of making all of our eyes bleed, our magnificent men will all collect their 50-100 thousand pound weekly wages and look forward to a good night out (though probably not in Watford).
And so on to the Arsenal game, for our next instalment of déjà vu.
Disillusioned much?...yeah, more than a little.