In the days of Walter Smith I would often be hypnotized by our dogged dogs of war performances. Smith openly played for one point, and the defence was so well organized, it was mesmerizing to watch. I would be hoarse from cheering tackle after tackle, instead of goal after goal. Sometimes it worked. Other times, teams like Arsenal would put three past us in the last few minutes of what before had been a defencive masterpiece.
Our offence was so dire in those days that whenever Jeffers would get near the penalty area, I would scream, "Fall down, Franny, fall down!"
I have read that Smith got so burnt out that he would show up to practice, throw a bag of balls onto the pitch, mutter, "Have at it," and walk away. It seems his transfer buys were done the same way, throwing the likes of Ginola, Gazza, Mark-Freaking-Hughes, and other costly riff-raff onto the pitch, and mumbling, "Have at it."
The dogs of war eventually wore down, ground down, then died out, their manager soon following. Can you remember those performances? The days after surrender when nobody cared? Carcass after carcass tossed onto the pitch, humiliation after humiliation?
We're all aware, still, I think, of how vibrant the team's aura was when Moyes first arrived. He turned Unsworth into a Goodison god, for crying out loud. He told one of the pouting swedes he had adopted, after pulling him out of a match to, "Sit down over there, or I will knock you the [Poor language removed] out." We know all about the gems Moyes has pulled out of his backside and lower leagues. We know because the turds he has brought to surface are just as many.
Has Moyes reached burn out stage? We used to say, "Be patient, Ferguson was almost fired, as well." However, I cannot recall watching Everton the way I do now. People want us to cheer this garbage on? I cannot watch a match without my arms folded in front of my chest. Like the players, I'm waiting for something bad to happen. When we do get a goal I don't even lose my mind like I used to. I pump my fist, gently, then sit back and wait for the other penny to drop, and it always does.
I can't recall feeling less passion for the match than I do now. Remember sweaty Steve Watson up front? I would take that right now. This football, this season, this year, is the worst load of crap that has ever disgraced the pitch. The worst part is that many of the players are quality! Under Smith the players were s*it, the manager was sh*t, and so was the chairman. Moyes has been grabbing every talented player he can, paying loads for them, and then squeezing the creative juice out of them like grapefruits. Then he throws the husks onto the pitch to get him a goal.
I think Moyes would, right now, be a better steward than manager. He could tell lids to, "Sit down there, or I will knock you the [Poor language removed] out," and get fantastic results. Brilliant results, in fact. Much better than he has been achieving on the pitch. There is one thing that keeps me from wanting a new manager: Kenwright will probably bring in Steve McLauren or some other excrement. Walter Smith pointed out David Moyes to him. I don't know if David Moyes could point out a replacement. Maybe Phil Neville could point...nevermind.
Our offence was so dire in those days that whenever Jeffers would get near the penalty area, I would scream, "Fall down, Franny, fall down!"
I have read that Smith got so burnt out that he would show up to practice, throw a bag of balls onto the pitch, mutter, "Have at it," and walk away. It seems his transfer buys were done the same way, throwing the likes of Ginola, Gazza, Mark-Freaking-Hughes, and other costly riff-raff onto the pitch, and mumbling, "Have at it."
The dogs of war eventually wore down, ground down, then died out, their manager soon following. Can you remember those performances? The days after surrender when nobody cared? Carcass after carcass tossed onto the pitch, humiliation after humiliation?
We're all aware, still, I think, of how vibrant the team's aura was when Moyes first arrived. He turned Unsworth into a Goodison god, for crying out loud. He told one of the pouting swedes he had adopted, after pulling him out of a match to, "Sit down over there, or I will knock you the [Poor language removed] out." We know all about the gems Moyes has pulled out of his backside and lower leagues. We know because the turds he has brought to surface are just as many.
Has Moyes reached burn out stage? We used to say, "Be patient, Ferguson was almost fired, as well." However, I cannot recall watching Everton the way I do now. People want us to cheer this garbage on? I cannot watch a match without my arms folded in front of my chest. Like the players, I'm waiting for something bad to happen. When we do get a goal I don't even lose my mind like I used to. I pump my fist, gently, then sit back and wait for the other penny to drop, and it always does.
I can't recall feeling less passion for the match than I do now. Remember sweaty Steve Watson up front? I would take that right now. This football, this season, this year, is the worst load of crap that has ever disgraced the pitch. The worst part is that many of the players are quality! Under Smith the players were s*it, the manager was sh*t, and so was the chairman. Moyes has been grabbing every talented player he can, paying loads for them, and then squeezing the creative juice out of them like grapefruits. Then he throws the husks onto the pitch to get him a goal.
I think Moyes would, right now, be a better steward than manager. He could tell lids to, "Sit down there, or I will knock you the [Poor language removed] out," and get fantastic results. Brilliant results, in fact. Much better than he has been achieving on the pitch. There is one thing that keeps me from wanting a new manager: Kenwright will probably bring in Steve McLauren or some other excrement. Walter Smith pointed out David Moyes to him. I don't know if David Moyes could point out a replacement. Maybe Phil Neville could point...nevermind.
