And they call us bitter!
It's taken a while to update the site. Nothing to do while being idle or having no time. It was just having the right set of words that weren't packed with profanities. Or bemoaning our luck. Or just simply being bitter.
Would we have won the game if the referee's brain had correctly interpreted the messages given to it by his eyes? Well who knows the unknown? What we do know, however, is that it is difficult to win any game after losing a man after only 20 minutes let alone in a derby game.
It is fair to say that we started the game well. It was an open match, little in the way of needle, a bit of flowing football, 5 corners to the Blues and 3 decent efforts. The signs were good; too good. Then a piece of abject theatricals, gut wrenching influencing of a gullible referee and the game as a spectacle was over. Yes, Everton were plucky. Yes we were spirited. But once the first goal was conceded there was unlikely to be a way back against a plain, ordinary, overpriced set of opponents.
Popular opinion was on our side as was ridicule to the official and the Uruguayan laughing boy. The reversal of the red card decision with no official criticism of the referee was a small crumb of comfort. A much improving Jack Rodwell will now be available for the 2 games against Chelsea and the visit to Fulham. The decision gives us zilch by way of points and a negative effect on the goal difference. The last 2 games have seen us with 6 less points than in last season's comparitive fixtures.
On reflection perhaps bitter is the right description afterall.