Showing posts with label James McCarthy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James McCarthy. Show all posts

Saturday, 4 January 2014

Every Shift Is A Work Of Art

Taking a look at things roughly half-way through

The correct point for this kind of classic 'where are we now' and 'hopes for the new year' waffle would have been after 19 games not 20 and on New Year's Eve rather than a few days in, but I was otherwise pleasantly engaged with no reception in the North Wales and had better things to do than prattle on and make a rod for my own back by publishing views which can only come back to haunt me in 6 months time. 


But tonight? Nope, its this or the washing, so here goes - incidentally, see if you can spot the pictures which have been previously saved for forgotten reasons and not yet used getting used up here.

The Whole Goddam Bag Of Chips
Given that the festive period tends to sort the men from the boys like a Vaselline's chorus, it's probably quite significant that the only three teams to come through totally unscathed are Chelsea, City and Arsenal. In the last round of fixtures, it was the first time anyone played another team for the second time this season: by my reckoning, it was also only those three teams who completed a double over their opponents. I dont think either is a co-incidence and I imagine that those three will start to gradually pull away into a very tight slighly separate top three.

Who Is Winning The War On Terror?
Most people I speak to seem to think City are comfortably the best team in the division (possibly as they're the only side to beat both Everton & Liverpool?) but I haven't yet seen them play with the absolute certainty that seems to be lurking in them unfulfilled. A cursory glance at the fixtures in my head says they've still got to go to Old Trafford, Anfield, Goodison, White Hart Lane, The Emirates & St James's, so the second half of the season is a real test for them. 
Classic Poocher's Goal
Chelsea havent looked anything like as interesting to watch so far, and must look at Aguero/Negredo/Dzeko compared to how their strikers have done so far (g/d +34 vs +19) and wonder how they're only 1 point behind. Possibly putting more faith in Mourinho based on previous record than anything scientific, I have a hunch that the last minute winner Torres got when they played each other earlier in the season will prove even more crucial than it seemed at the time, and Chelsea will win the league by a snidey point or two come the final week. 

Janey Dont You Lose Heart
Swansea (A) 2-1
Everton came out of Christmas with 7 points from 12, which was just about acceptable - such are the vagaries of supporting a team that if it was Stoke who had levelled in injury time with a pen, the exact same group of facts and statistics might take on a less positive tinge, but that's just the way the courgettes are diced.

At Swansea I thought we just about edged the win, although in another quirk of perception, the fact our goals came from two screamers almost fed the impression we were a bit lucky - as if we'd chanced our arm by relying on skill to get us through. We were much the more controlled and forward-thinking side though and were all over them before a messy equaliser got them into the game a bit. 
Sunderland (H) 0-1
In the last blog I did say that something could go wrong against Sunderland with so much pointing to a routine romp - the one scenario I doubt anyone foresaw was a defeat where the team came out with a lot of credit and gave in some ways our best half performance of the season. For what its worth, I thought the spectacular fuck up that cost us the game was 85% Osman's fault, as he knew he was in trouble and should have used his experience to do something horrible like put it out for a corner. There were three really top-drawer performances in this match: Mannone will probably never have such a good game again: as well as brilliant saves from Oviedo and Barkley, he held onto another 7 or 8 lesser shots on target where one fumble for a rebound could have been fatal. For us, Barry and Oviedo were absolutely outstanding. If the sick man of Europe Borini hadn't got up higher than his temperature a few days later to head Jelavic's effort off the line we would have had a deserved draw, but this really was 'one of those days'. 
Southampton (H) 2-1
The Southampton game was closer to being what the spin on the Swansea game suggested that was: a possible draw on balance of play, converted to a win by two top-drawer goals coming a bit out of nothing. I thought Southampton came and played well, but paid the price for their two strikers not getting into the game or box at all. Rodriguez had one shot blocked, that was it, whilst Lambert toiled away horribly and only contributed by getting a tittish booking for throwing the ball at MOTM James McCarthy. 

Given it was Baines and Naismith's first start for months, Ovideo's first game in midfield for a year and Robles and Alcaraz's first ever, it was a victory not to be sniffed at, and it was notable to see us play out the last few minutes fairly comfortably with just the one goal advantage. In fact, it was a bit of anti-climax when the final whistle went, so in steady control were we and so far away from our own goal we were keeping the ball.
Stoke (A) 1-1
Something that Stoke probably wished they'd done a bit more of in our last match. This was a case of finding a new way to do a familiar trick: the late equaliser to save a point was a staple of the last ten years, but usually from a corner or similar - this was earned by carrying on the same way in the dying stages as in the rest of the game (60% possession away from home) and trusting the plan to work. It might not have if anyone less briandead than Pennant had been up against Osman as he jinked into the box,but again on the highlights I've seen it would have been a very harsh outcome to not get a draw. In fact the whole game was an exercise in giving a 13/14 twist to an established pattern, the third 1-1 in a row but by all accounts both teams played much better than previously. Given we've not won there since 2008, and were missing both regular centre-backs, you'd have to say you'd have taken a point, so to get it in such a morale-boosting manner was really pleasing. 

Red Sleeping Beauty
What Liverpool Fans Like
To come fourth, I think we'll have to do two things: win at Anfield in a few weeks and not have a replica of the Sunderalnd game all season - that has to be what it seemed, a complete one-off confluence of circumstances. From now on, all 'should win' games have to be wins. I think on balance of probability them horrors will pip us despite having plenty of imperfections in their squad. So far Sturridge and Suarez have both looked excellent when compensating for the other one being out and when both playing, so by sheer weight of goals (46 v our 32) we'll have to do everything right to get there, but 5th should be doable for a team who have lost 2 of 20 games and conceded less than a goal a game so far. 

FA Cup
Impossible to try and predict how the game tomorrow will go as the make-up of both teams is unclear. Martinez seems committed to making some changes - the re-introduction of the all-new nicely arrogant Tony Hibbert being all-but pre-announced - but how many exactly maybe only he knows. I hope he realises just how much air he risks deflating from the Big Blue Balloon if we go out needlessly. He should, as clearly it played a huge role in him being where he now is. 
In my mind, Harry Redknapp will rest a lot and trot out the excuse that promotion for them is the be-all-and-end-all, so if I was Roberto, I'd play a 95% full-strength team, try to get ahead and then take players off with the game in the bag. I niggling think he will go further than that, and we could end up with a disjointed, ragged game, Everton sneaking through 1-0 with an OG or similar. But really I have no clue. 

Old Timers Aint What They Used To Be
Kick & Rush
One thing that has baffled me about Everton this season has been the fact that by far the most impatience with the 'new way' Martinez has brought in has come from the older fans.

Given that we've made an industry out of trotting out the School Of Science tag and worked "Everton's the team that play beautiful football!" into a semi-official club song, its a bit odd that most my age are trying to always to see what the idea is and think ahead.
"3-4-3? Yer wha??"
To imagine how the pattern might develop when Jagielka and Distin are usurped by better ball-playing defenders, or think how things might go when there's an option that allows someone else to play number 10 with Barkley dropping back - its the veterans, the people who've actually seen us batter teams and win stuff who are screaming "big kick!!" and "no! don't be trying things you!!" at the first (or no) sign of trouble. 

As someone else said somewhere; its not as if we've never played from the back or had the keeper roll the ball to the fullback before in all our 135 years. 
She's Done Well For Herself
Don't Listen To The Radio
Something they would have in America that
This is a bit people will only realise was great when its not here anymore: me talking about radio programmes most people will have not heard nor never will. Are you going to go away and listen to a three-hour Tony Blackburn Festive Special just because I say it was half-decent actually? 

If so, here's the link "So You Thought They Were Hits?!"
What Would Happen If You Only Ate Crisps?
This was on Radio 2 on Wednesday afternoon when we were driving back from Llawrst in filthy weather and was a total revelation. His between song banter was horrendous at times, but its so unreconstructed of him that his gormless jocularity does win you over partially. It probably wouldn't if he didn't show that he must have a well-hidden genuinely encyclopedic musical knowledge. If you just saw this  Playlist and didn't know who'd compiled it you'd think 'intersting'. The Vogues, Springsteen & Elton John songs were great, and against the odds, this was a sound show. 
BeardI probably have even less time than I do for Blackburn (who, frankly, I never ever think about) for Frankie Boyle,and again didn't even mean to listen to this show Chain Reaction: Frankie Boyle & Kevin Bridges on Radio 4 but it seems a good, simple idea (someone interviews someone, then the person interviewed asks the questions of someone else next time) and Boyle came across better than I thought him capable of. 
Nice scarf dickhead
To be honest, I've never seen Bridges and he did little to impress here, aside from facilitating an interestingly loose conversation and the double-Scottish angle leading them onto the Independence debate territory, on which Boyle was very good: both in comparing Alex Salmond to a bozo who's regular grotty pub got done-up into a smart winebar but he couldn't go anywhere else so just kept going there and tries to look a bit smarter, and in pointing out that the people who try to over-push the 'traditional Scottish culture' angle are the same people who really dont get it, and are those who least understand what it really is that makes it special (this works for if you substitute Liverpool for Scottish for me,and probably most places too). 
One Of The Worst
He also said very honestly that he hated doing the panel shows, although not sure well it reflects on him that he took the cash and slagged people off for money without even enjoying it, but I did get the impression he's a bit better than he's allowed himself to be and regrets getting boxed-in as Mr Outrageous. Obviously if he wants any more than that impassive praise, all he has to do is go back on one without telling them he's not playing the game anymore and rip the spinal column out of Russell Howard, then get the imagine of him screaming printed on a pink t-shirt with a 'well random' caption like REMEMBER ASTRO BELTS? or something. 

Argh, that was a bit of an angry note to finish on. I do really detest Russell Howard though.
Calming
Next time: A crowd-pleasing stroll through the books I read last year in a wanky, superior tone. Tickets going quick.
Bring it on!

Wednesday, 11 December 2013

So Alive It Isn't Real



Before I start, I would like to reassure anyone in two minds whether to bother with reading this that I will not interrupt my 'coverage' at any point, regardless of the declaration of nuclear war, death or any other event no matter how seismic. The blog will go on.

Brains retrained by a 24 inch remote


What on earth was that about though? To recap, the BBC received 'over 850' ('more than 1,350' according to the ever keen Daily Mail: "The coverage was so over the top. You would have thought the Queen of England had died it was so all consuming") about cutting ten minutes off from a repeat of an episode of Mrs Brown's Boys to report the news that one of - by any assessment- one of the most significant figures of the last century had died. 


I'm not bothered about what programme it was they interrupted, so much as the total lack of perspective this is indicative of. How inured to actually thinking about anything do you have to be to not understand the basic principle that some things are bigger than others?


I remember being a bit peeved in 1995 when the BBC cut off from the cricket to announce that Douglas Hurd had resigned as Foreign Secretary. A far less monumental event, and I love watching the Test match - but there is a hierarchy of events that you figure out and accept.

Even more hope-sapping is the fact that it hasn't been laughed out of sight entirely. The Metro managed to slop some reassuringly grey gruel into the greyed-out dead brains of the grey masses on the grey omnibus that they were right to have been furious at the snooty BBC for tricking them into momentarily thinking "who's this guy? He isn't Irish!".

Ross McGuiness, who has previously penned such thought-provoking articles as 'Which Is The Best Meerkat Advert?', 'Should We Wear Sunglasses To Bed?', 'What's The Point Of PMQs?' and 'Star Wars Lego Sucking Girl Becomes YouTube Hit', backed the complainers:
"....the BBC have a channel called BBC News. If people want to know what’s going on in the world, they can watch that.Those watching Mrs Brown are within their rights to expect the entire show to be broadcast....The BBC can tell them about Mandela’s death ...on their news channel." 
Eh?
'If people want to go what's going on in the world'.
What an amazing sentence. 'If'?!

Following through his argument, why ever show the news on BBC (or ITV, or 4) then? People can just go to the news channel! Would would happen if a war did break out? Would people just be expected to find out in their own time - and maybe think after a few big bangs outside

'Blimey, what's going on here then? Flick to News 24 for a min baybz..'
"Cant find the changer, shall we just leave it? Probably nothing"
'Yeah. Thinking about it, I don't even want to know what's going on in the world actually. Not going to affect us is it?' 

Making Me Shallow


There shouldn't on paper be many surer bets than Everton to win this weekend. In the Premier League our record at home to Fulham is P12, W12, F28 A 6. Fulham are struggling pretty horribly and we've just put together our best three consecutive performances for about six years. It's been a pleasure to see such positive, vibrant displays. Maybe the most eye-opening section of all three was the last ten minutes; against Stoke we kept going for more goals, at Utd we made it so there would only be one winner - and then at Arsenal got up and came back admirably after a bit of a sickener in conceding and (barring Giroud's superb effort) looked most likely to nick a fabulous match. 


This fixture has fallen at reasonable times for Fulham too at times - the game where Saha scored his first goal for us was in amidst a turgid spell of form, with a very prickly crowd and a line-up with no discernible pattern or shape. I vividly recall Arteta cocking up a quick freekick by playing the ball to Yakubu when he was about ten yards offside - the Yak then gormlessly played it anyway, the flag went up and there was a torrent of frustrated derision from the stands.

And we still won that.


Even by 'typical Everton' standards, it would be something of an anticlimax to drop anything in this one. I don't think we will, but I think it will be tougher than it might be supposed - 2-1 to the Mighty Blues.

Can I Borrow A Feeling? 


The only change to an XI that has surprised even the most optimistic of observers in the last two games by looking so effective and comfortable is that James McCarthy is suspended. That's a shame because he has been playing as well in centre-midfield for us as anyone since Arteta in early 2009 just before doing his knee at Newcastle. The signing from Wigan is nowhere near as classy or as much of a threat going forward, but for covering the pitch and dominating from the middle he's been immensely impressive so far.


So Leon Osman will probably come in - although Martinez must be very tempted to use McCarthy's absence as a way to get Gerard Deulofeu into the team, after 'amking an impact' so noticeably over the past week. The finish at Arsenal was in some ways quite simple, but not something that I could imagine any other player I've seen for Everton score bar Rooney.


It's been amusing to see the desperate attempt to find a negative aspect to the season so far which has been a spate of comments and stories about us being "Loaneverton".


The aforementioned Arteta, along with Pienaar and Howard from the current side, and Duncan Ferguson going further back, were all initially loan signings and it wasn't like they only began to earn points for us once we'd made the signings permanent. In all cases there was also negative briefing to the effect that we'd never be able to retain them.


The flip side is that if we had somehow signed Lukaku and Deulofeu (plus Barry), the crushing lack of imagination which makes up 99.9% of the received wisdom regurgitating vacuity that passes as football punditry would be saying "they're off at the end of the season anyway"(for the record, I think at least two of the three will very likely be playing for Everton next season, and the better we do can only enhance the chances of any/all of them staying).




So, can you really do anything other than just enjoy players whilst you've got them? After Rooney's historic first goal the media rushed to say he'd not long be around,and any realistic fan knew that was a possibility too - did it undermine the moment when he scored at Leeds a few weeks later? Did Liverpool fans think during Suarez's extraordinary display last week 'I should be enjoying this, but i cant shake it out of my head that Madrid might come back in soon - he wont be ours forever y'know?'.


No they did not - and if they did they're miserable gobshites who shouldn't even bother watching what is an essentially 'of the moment' sport.

Life Is Beautiful



Having said that, some games do carry the weight of more than just 90 minutes and lets see who wins. As you'd expect from the head-to-head stats mentioned earlier, on the whole these have been pretty enjoyable matches in the main, but the most memorable and most significant is without question Moyes' first match in charge.

In complete contrast to what Martinez said before the Utd game about preferring a good, stylish display to a sneaky 1-0 win (its an indication of how well things are falling for him right now that he got a combination of both) - this just had to be won, with any aesthetic considerations shunned entirely.


Whereas we can pick two out of Deulofeu, Pienaar or Mirallas for the wide roles on Saturday, the "wingers" in this game were Lee Carsley and David Unsworth. Whatever criticism there is of David Moyes (and I have/had more than most) you cant lose sight of the fact that in the 'long view' he made an enormous amount of progress. The squad we had assembled by this point (March 2002) was stagnant, totally unfit, incoherent and de-motivated.

And so frightfully incompetent had recent tactics/performances been, we were underachieving even from that level of expectation.


So, to the chagrin of a frankly incredible 72% in a Echo poll who disagreed at the time, Walter Smith was removed and in came Moyes from Preston, everyone was 'taken out' from shambles at Middlesbrough and a limited but at least vaguely comprehendable line-up was sent out to a wet, grim, muddy Goodison which hadn't seen a goal from open play in its last four games.

If any goals have ever been scored purely by fervent, logic-defying zealotry from the stands then it was these two; after 27 seconds Unsworth blammed one in from the corner of the area and a few minutes later Ferguson chased down a backpass, charged down Van Der Saar's clearance then outpaced him to slot in.


The lack of conditioning in the squad was then laid bare: we were knackered after 25 minutes. Gravesen got sent off and the second period was played I would guess 96% in our defensive half. And one of the brief parts that wasn't only occurred because David Weir curled a pass deliberately, cynically but effectively right towards their corner flag along the ground so it held up on the grimy pitch and gave everyone a couple of seconds breather. Barry Hayles got one back and the pattern of play intensified. The phrase 'backs to the wall' is often used, but from what I remember we ended up playing a sort of 8-1-0 formation with Joe Max Moore(!) as the furthest man forward.

But we hung on, and things got better. 

Berby Can I Hold You Tonight


If Martinez is wondering what he could do in January to improve the squad and give us that extra dimension to finish as high as possible then surely he will have raised an intereted eyebrow when that paragon of reliability the Gossip Column reported that the me-proclaimed best player in the world Dimitar Berbatov is frustrated at 'the Cottage' and would like a move.

This is the moment. He's 32, so, even though it will be amazing to watch him in a few years when he slows down and plays in a more peripheral way, here is the last realistic moment for Everton do something purely to indulge me. It wouldn't make a whole lot of sense, but if (as seems sadly likely) Jelavic is going to go, and someone like West Ham pay us decent money for him, we are going to be short of options upfront.




We have struggled at times to break down ordinary defences (0-0s v Cardiff, Palace & West Brom), he would surely be as close-to-motivated as he's ever going to be by trying to get in the Champions League, possibly over two of his former teams and would be a great influence for Barkley and the other young players. It could hardly be a bad thing to add someone who even as curmudgeonly figure as Alan Hansen admitted on MOTD2 is "in the top three players for pure technical ability in the history of the Premier League...maybe even number one".


Of course, he followed that up with a fairly blistering attack on his 'attitude', which isn't really the right word for me - does running round to no end show a good attitude necessarily?

Hansen said his effort etc was 'absolutley shocking...embarrassing...a disgrace' and implied it got Jol fired.
You'd never get such unhedged criticism in reverse.No pundit would ever be so frank as to say about a limited but trying player "his workrate is good, but his touch, vision and composure are an utter disgrace.....by consistently miss-controlling and giving the ball away, he's contributed to getting the manger sacked" even though they're deficiencies just as likely to lead to bad results.

As well as all that, he's also starting to show a lovable wacky side, with his cartoons of Snoop, uploading photos of him brandishing his kid in the sky and crazily patriotic delight in Bulgarian athletes success in even the most junior and obscure competitions


Also: This.How can anyone see that and not fancy a bit of it?  So come on. 
Just for the hell of itSign him, make him captain, put him on everything - you know it makes sense.

 Please, please, please.....