One of those phrases that masks that we're a bit lucky. File alongside "its the three points that counts" or "its not about performance, its about points". You can pretty much guarantee that a pundit with a full windsor knot has coined the phrase at some point for some hacks, or want to be internet ninjas, to regurgitate it as a gay soundbyte that does my head in. You may have thought that paragraph was going somewhere, apologies.
Anyway, remember that silky, slick football (two more handles Im not fond of) we were playing pre Christmas period, the pinging passes together thing and going very close (apart from Osman v Larissa, belter that) much to your viewing pleasure. Where did it go? Or did it really happen? "Thats not my Everton".
Thinking about that good football I always see Pienaar in my minds eye, little flicks and cornrowed vision. Is it that we're missing him?
Anyway, remember that silky, slick football (two more handles Im not fond of) we were playing pre Christmas period, the pinging passes together thing and going very close (apart from Osman v Larissa, belter that) much to your viewing pleasure. Where did it go? Or did it really happen? "Thats not my Everton".
Thinking about that good football I always see Pienaar in my minds eye, little flicks and cornrowed vision. Is it that we're missing him?