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Everton: Howard, Jagielka , Yobo, Lescott, Baines, Pienaar, Neville Rodwell, Osman, Fellaini, Cahill. Bench: Van der Meyde, Nash, Gosling, Wallace, Jacobsen, Saha (Rodwell 45m), Castillo. Referee:Mark Halsey Sorry it's late lads but I'm sure you will understand. The celebrations went on late and there's only so much Stella one can take before you arrive in that state of oblivion, anyway, it's probably the first valid excuse ever! I burst through the front door at half past and there she was stood in the hallway wth the light on. She said, 'Look at you, you're staggering'. I said, 'You're not bad looking y,self, now get up them stairs because I've got a semi on!' What a game, we went through every emotion, what support, the second half was memorable, and what a night! First Merseyside team at the new Wembley, just like we were the first Merseyside team at the old one. It also looks like it will be the Big Four in the semi's! There was a beauty being sung as the Park End spilled out, 'The
City's all yours, But it wasn't all plain sailing that's for sure, you know the phrase 'The Toffeemen never let you down' well it was certainly true. Everton pulled on every emotional string we had in an amazing game. Y'know a few weeks ago, we had moved up to a new level, we were coming to games almost knowing we'd win, just like we did against Villa in the last round, however since then things have changed. We have lost the services of the best little Spaniard we know and we've seen dour performances against The Skunks, WBA and Rovers, the plus point being three clean sheets, so whilst some were over confident , others were less so. Boro had been on a good run of late and just last week had resoundingly beaten Rafa'a Marvels - the shite (how I enjoyed watching that in the boozer surrounded by shite, well I was surrounded until the second went in - the pearl was when the sub came on and one of The Deliverance said, 'Fuckin ell, we've got no chance now, we're bringing No'Good on - belter!) but they were brought down to earth with a tonking at Spurs in midweek - how would it go? Moyesy decided that Louis was not fit enough to start so Screech, my grandson, was back in to help Timmy up front, he also kept Jags at full back to counter the £15m man Downing, it worked because the buggered off to the right wing in the last half hour. We'd staked our claim, Moysey and Captain Nev had delivered the war cry and it ws time to deliver for the fans. The fans were up for it too, the old lady was rocking, te four o'clock kick off meant and extra couple of Stella plus the statutory FA Cup large snifter so the mood was good. In the middle was the usually steady Mark Halsey, today he was to have an absolute nightmare. The whole ground was to become incensed with his ineptitude and Hackett would do well to send this bloke to the cooler along with young Attwell. Boro won the toss and made us kick the wrong way, so along with Halsey things were looking good for them. To be fair, they were by far the better team in the first half, O'Neill was everywhere and Arca was pulling the strings. They had beasts at the back in Pogatez and Wheater and the rest of the team worked their bollocks off closing us down, winning the ball and taking the game to us. Even Tim Howard looked a bit shaky as he dealt with his first cleaance. Boro were camped in our half and looking the more likely to score, they were restricted fortunately to a few long range efforts and a few dangerous crosses. Our first decent chance was not until just before half time when Screech went close with a header from Jags cross, their keeper saving low down to his right and pushing it out for a corner. It was only a few minutes later and right on half time that Boro went ahead. From a cross wide on the right, Wheater rose to head past Tim, only Wheater will know what he was doing there but either way, Boro were in front. Now Mr Halsey got a ironic cheer also just before half time. He awarded a foul against Boro for the defender putting both arms over Tim Cahill before fouling him to head the ball, if it wasn't over the shoulders it was around the waist, they had been at it all half and he'd missed two clear pentalties but that was not to take away from the fact that we were very poor. Moyesy needed to change something and dish out a bollocking. HALF TIME: EVERTON 0 Boro 1 Bollocking duly dished out and Louis on for young Jack. Tim went into midfield and ran his bollocks off and Screech was pushed up front. There was an immediate improvement and an immediate impact. Just four minutes into the second half Timmy crossed and there he has all 7ft of Screech (hair included) to glace in the equaliser - that's my boy! The place erupted, we knew we could do this and we did. Six minutes later the place went mental. A cross from the right was missed by Louis but picked up on the left by Peanuts, he crossed and King Louis earned his new nickname, again nodding in after he'd picked himself up. What a turnaround, the difference in play was remarkable, none more so than from Peanuts who ran himself to a stand still until his substitution. But Everton being Everton never let you down and as the clock ran down Boro seemed to get closer and closer, Downing had moved ovr to the right to try out Bainsey and when he went close we thought it was all over but no, time for one last heart attack. Boro had made every substitution and thrown everything at us but one last long range effort was spilled by Tim and with their forward about to pounce Roger cleared - what a relief, nails were bitten, voices were lost, eyes were covered until we heard Halsey reluctantly blow that final whistle. We'd done it got to a semi for the second season, now for a final. The place went bonkers, 'It's a grand old team' struck up and we sang our way to the boozer and beyond. Great stuff. Tell me Ma, me Ma.......... Blukipper Star Man could go to anyone in the second half but the choice is Timmy the Blue Kangaroo for none stop effort and defying all belief once again, not just up front where he battled non-stop but then in the middle. Wembley here we come, not once but twice. COYB FTRS FULL TIME: EVERTON 2 Boro 1
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Moyesy says: "We're through to the semi-final. It's further than we've been, but it's not the final and it's not winning it - that's what I'd really like to do. I was wondering after the first half what I was going to do, because we know it wasn't the Everton that we have seen in recent times. They needed to be told and were told in no uncertain terms at half time the standards that I have set. Steve Round did a great job at half-time, we got them right and got them ready for the second half. We dropped Tim Cahill deeper in the second. He's been doing so well upfront we've been loathed to move him from there because his goalscoring has been vital. At this present time we don't have that many goal scorers in the team. To step him back was a big decision, bringing on Louis wasn't. But I didn't want to bring him on too early because of fitness. Today he got 45 minutes and so hopefully he's a lot closer to starting games now." (09/03/09) |
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Its FA Cup Quarter Final day,
so who better to have at The Bluekipper Lounge than an all time Blues
FA Cup hero, winner, and goal scorer back in 1966, Derek Temple. Derek
played 277 times for the Blues, winning the FA Cup, and a League Title
along the way. He scored 84 times in his Blues career, including that
glorious goal to win the Cup back in May 1966. Derek
will be on the BK Peoples Pallets before the game, so members please
bring your Membership cards for admittance.
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IF ANY EVERTON FAN WANTS TO WRITE A REPORT OF ANY OF THIS SEASON'S GAMES, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DO SO. JUST E-MAIL IT TO info@bluekipper.com AND WE WILL PUT IT HERE. Everton 2-1 Middlesbrough By Ong Jiing Yih, Singapore Everton are into the semi-finals of the FA Cup after a 2-1 win over Middlesbrough. Having endured a sluggish first half, Louis Saha's entry changed the course of the game, making a right nuisance of himself as he pulled Boro defenders apart with relish. Going behind to a header by David Wheater towards the stroke of half time, a rousing team talk during the interval did wonders for the team, as strikes from Marouane Fellaini and that man Saha turned the tide in the Blues' favour. Not even a glaring late miss by Saha could dampen spirits, with the prospect of watching their beloved Toffees play at Wembley filling all fans with excitement. After, why put all the hard work to waste having already dumped the likes of the s***e and Villa out in earlier rounds? Both teams begun with relatively unchanged lineups, save for 'Screech' who returned to the first eleven in place of the similarly hirsute and cup-tied Jo. Boro began brightly however, seeking to prove a point after the midweek mauling by Spurs at White Hart Lane, by moving around the ball with relative ease. Tim Howard was called into action very early on, dashing a long way out from his goal in a bid to stop Julio Arca from crossing. Ten minutes later, an exchange of passes between Justin Hoyte and Matthew Bates saw the latter cutback for one-time Arsenal player Jeremie Aliadiere. Sadly, the Frenchman did the hard part of stealing into the area only to blast the ball over the bar. [Remember a similar miss with his left foot in our 1-0 win against Arsenal on March 18, 2007?] In between, our man Tim Cahill could only lament on being penalised in the box, having looked to take Fellaini's knockdown in his stride after some nice set up play by a speculative long ball by Joseph Yobo. Leon Osman was the next to try his luck, pummeling the ball towards goal. From the resultant corner, Yobo leaped highest and headed straight at Bradley Jones. As the half wore on, Everton realised the size of the task as they sought to find an impetus. With skipper Phil Neville mopping things up in the middle of the park, Steven Pienaar and Leighton Baines were able to move forward and probe for openings. Five minutes before the break, Everton thought they had broken the deadlock, but for Jones to claw away a first time header from Fellaini following a deep cross by Phil Jagielka. Boro then took the lead slightly against the run of play, after Yobo's clearance fell into the path of Bates, who crossed unchallenged onto the head of the unmarked Wheater. Despite Howard's best efforts, the flight was the ball was too quick and he could not keep it out. Never
the best time to concede going into the break, the team looked like
playing below par and they knew they had to come out of their shell.
With that in mind, David Moyes sensed enough was enough and proceeded
to bring on Saha in place of Jack Rodwell. Before one could see the
desired effects of the switch, the fans had to endure the uncomfortable
sight of Boro wreaking havoc in the box. Tuncay Sanli slalomed his way
deep into Everton territory and proceeded to square across to Aliadiere,
who succeeded in finding the legs of Joleon Lescott at the near post.
That near-miss seemed to galvanise the team, as an attack found Osman
waiting and calling for the ball outside the box. He played a pass towards
Jagielka, who laid onto Cahill next to him. With one look, he centred
towards Fellaini as the Belgian beat Robert Huth in the air and made
the most of Jones' poor positioning to head home. 1-1 after 50 minutes,
game on! Osman then proceeded to flash his attempt wide from range, after giving Pogatetz the runaround. With Boro being dissected, a third goal looked to have come Everton' way. However, having found himself in a great position, Saha missed a sitter after ballooning his effort over the bar. Fans were getting nervous with Boro determined to mount a concerted attempt in the closing stages once match referee Mark Halsey signalled four minutes of added time. The heart nearly jumped out of the mouths of many after Howard almost made a fatal hash of his catch from a direct Gary O'Neil freekick. Thankfully, Lescott was determined to preserve Everton's passage into the next round and hence hacked away the loose ball ahead of the lurking Tuncay. Seconds away from the end, Halsey blew the final whistle and Goodison Park roared in delight. The subsequent draw then pits Everton against Manchester United, to be played on the weekend of April 18/19. Come on you Blues! Ong Jiing Yih. Well in the words of one gifted ex blue turned cock heed pundit who's name rhymes with mandy hay, "thash was a game of 2 hav vees!" , the blue half of the fixture struggling to find any momentum at all though whilst Boro pressed and attacked from the whistle. The Everton back four seemed intent on bypassing the wingers Osman and Piennar for large portions of the game, relying on the "twat it as far as you can up the field strategy". With Arteta now out for the foreseeable future we have to play to the strengths of the rest of the squad and how this can be achieved by hoofing the ball up field to Cahill is a question many Evertonians may be asking. Boro took the lead after some extremely dodgy defending that allowed cat walk model and Ian Dowie love child david Wheater a free header to put Boro 1-0 up. Questions may be raised as to why we have an established Danish right back international who has put in some pretty polished reserve performances, sitting on the bench whilst disrupting what is arguably the most consistent 2 centre backs in the premiership in order to accommodate joey yobo ???? Tight squad? Keeping players happy? One plus may be that whilst Jags has done a decent job it may make Tony Hibbert's detractors realise just what a quality defender he is and how much he is missed. However
1-0 down just on the stroke of half time was far from ideal and it was
up to Mr Moyes to figure out what most of the crowd already knew what
needed to be done, and to his credit he did it and put on the only real
class we have available at the moment and introduced Saha. He made another
immediate impact, Cahill released into his more natural supporting roll
marshaled the midfield with simple but effectual passing bringing Piennar
and Osman into the game more and provided an inch perfect cross for
hair bear Felliani to direct a header over the misplaced boro keeper.
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Revolutions are made
of this
By Mickey Blue Eyes During the build up to Sunday’s match you heard it almost to the point of tedium: few of us can forget the footy horror of Sunday, 10th March 2002. It was the day we played Middlesbrough at the Riverside Stadium and lost 3-0 in an FA Cup sixth round tie. All the goals were conceded in a first half horror show. A few days later Walter Smith was gone as manager, though the decision to sack him came after an equally appalling 1-0 defeat at West Ham the previous Wednesday. Afterwards, the boardroom must have resembled Omaha beach circa 1944. David Moyes was in place for the next match at home to Fulham. So that loss to ‘Boro could be described rightly as the end of the Walter Smith era and the beginning of the David Moyes revolution, which is what Goodison’s pitch-side propagandist claimed at the time. None of us could guess how dramatic would be the improvement during the next few seasons. Many reeled for days in the aftermath of the notorious game in Smogland. I can still see one middle-aged fan at the final whistle trying to gouge holes in each side of his head with his fists. It really was that bad for some. It was obvious to a blind man on a galloping horse Walter wasn’t going to survive the debacle. (For those of wider interests it was confirmation, if it was needed, of Trotsky’s observation – and who should know better – that The Revolution only happens when there’s no other way out. It’s worth bearing that in mind during the next few years of nonfooty issues. There’s life yet in the cornered capitalist rodent. Those who think there’s something new about current circumstances and how they will be handled didn’t pay attention during their modern history lessons. Just as those who blame ineffable Margaret Thatcher for the phrase, “There’s no such thing as society,” have been lured by a very large red herring. That phrase [properly, “......there is no such entity as ‘society’......”] originated with sophist White Russian/American Ayn Rand. For those who want to know, you can find it on page 15 of “The Virtue of Selfishness” [Signet 1961] and other places in her published far right diatribes.) So here we were in a repeat fixture almost seven years later to the day, this time at Goodison Park. Many thought it would be a cake-walk. I didn’t. We were still without our primum mobile, Mikky Arteta. The loss is huge but thankfully nobody at the club has donned self-pitying sack cloth and ashes. My biggest concern was whether we had Leon Osman and Steven Pienaar as centre mids – a forced team seppuku of Moyesy’s every now and then. Which no doubt would have incited the tiny anti-Moyes crackpot gang to issue praemunire, while other morons would have urged praecipe. Even after all our injuries and emergency team formations there are still some loons out there think all a manager – any manager – has to do is wave some kind of magic wand and success is assured. Life, of course, has never worked like that. You work with the mortal clay you have. My worst
fears were realised: it was indeed a gossamer centre midfield of Osman-Rodwell-Pienaar.
But in seeking a balance with what he had, what else was Moyesy supposed
to do? We had nobody else. One glance at the bench told you that. We
aren’t so much running on empty as pushing the tank uphill. Meanwhile,
‘Boro weren’t up to much except trying to stave off looming relegation,
though their midfield still looked more formidable than ours. The first
half expressed all of this in stark terms. It was awful, but ‘Boro were
a better than us. Understandably neophyte Jack Rodwell had his inevitable
poor game and played like a poussin while trying to compensate for Leon
and Steven, who were blown around like two loose paper tissues and kept
giving the ball away anyway. Our two “strikers” – strictly a utility
term you understand – Marouane Fellaini and a slightly-deeper Tim Cahil
were given a right good going over by their two big centre backs. It
got so bad I thought ‘Boro’s big German defender was going to either,
(a) rip the shirt off Fellaini’s back, or (b) strangle said striker.
Our defence was sound enough despite Tim Howard having a strangely unsettled
game; unfortunately, Phil Neville was constantly pulled out of position
as he too tried to compensate for centre mid weakness. In other words,
the team balance was all wrong. At the start of the second half Moyesy did the only thing left open to him. He brought on Louis Saha for Jack Rodwell (he’ll be back, he’s too good not to) and shuffled the formation. Tim Cahill dropped back and joined Phil Neville at centre mid, while Leon Osman and Steven Pienaar went wide right and left respectively. It was our last throw of the dice, or even the half-time crockery. And mercifully it worked..........astonishingly, within ten minutes and for the rest of the half. ‘Boro had maybe ten minutes towards the end but they were never really in it afterwards. It was all one way. The turnaround was as complete as it was unexpected, certainly by this fan. The equaliser came a few minutes into the half with a move down the right wing. Jags – yet another magnificent performance – was wide right for some Moyesy-divined reason and laid it back to Tim Cahill, who curved in a wicked, hanging cross to the right side of the goal area. Whence came Fellaini, bush-haired (yes, yes, I know) and all, and headed it over a hopelessly out of position young ‘Boro ‘keeper. Five minutes later and blow me we were in front, this time courtesy of our two first half flotsam and jetsam, Leon Osman and Steven Pienaar. ‘Boro’s defender headed out weakly on our right, Leon powered (yes, the irony) forward into the right side edge of the box and clipped over a short cross which Louis Saha tried to volley in spectacularly, but failed equally spectacularly. The ball carried to the left wing where Steven had time and space to collect it, turn and hit over a right footed centre as good as anything The Best Little Spaniard We Know has delivered this season. By which time Louis was on his feet and homing in on the left edge of the goal area, bisected the cross perfectly and headed in with the kind of deadly certainty we attached to the Big Yin. It was a brilliant second goal. Poor ‘Boro were blown away and looked it. In the end the game turned into a hic jacet for them. Late on, Bainsey hit the bar with a superb free kick. But typically we had a rocky moment right at the end when ‘Boro got a free kick, centre, about thirty metres out. With time almost up their man did the only thing he could, he blasted it goalward, it swerved wickedly, hit Tim on the chest and rebounded towards their attacker. For a moment the world stood still. Then Joleon hacked it clear and the ref blew for full time. We were through. Time to celebrate and savour the moment, which we all did, right royally. A final word about my man of the match. No question here, it was Phil Neville. And he did it exactly when needed. He and Tim Cahill formed an unlikely emergency centre mid duo that sealed up the holes so evident throughout the first half. Now we are due to play Manchester United, a game which in theory we should lose by a wide margin. But as Greavesy used to say, ”It’s a fanny owld game.” And we have been here before, haven’t we........ |
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What Do You Think The Score Will Be? e-mail info@bluekipper.com * 3-1 to Everton. Saha, Cahill & Lescott. Sonia * 2-0 for Everton. Saha with 2. Knocker * I will go for a 1-1 draw with Tiny getting our equaliser. COYB! Blue Oz |
Everton from: Howard, Jagielka, Lescott, Yobo, Baines, Osman, Cahill, Fellaini, Rodwell, Neville, Pienaar, Gosling, Saha, Nash, Van der Meyde, Castillo, Jacobsen, Baxter, Wallace. Jogger's XI To Start: Howard, Baines, Lescott, Jagielka, Yobo, Neville, Osman, Piennar, Fellaini, Cahill, Saha
IF ANY EVERTON FAN WANTS TO WRITE A REPORT OF ANY OF THIS SEASON'S GAMES, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO DO SO. JUST E-MAIL IT TO info@bluekipper.com AND WE WILL PUT IT ON THE SITE. |
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* Ah well, you can't win them all. Though we predicted a tight game on Wednesday the Blues just could not break through the Blackburn defence to win us some dosh. Now Sunday, I really don't care about winning some mullah, just want to win the game and book my Wembley trip come April, and then hopefully again May. But if your after a punt, there is one or two available. The Blues are averaging 1.42 goals at home this season, conceding an average of 1.14. Boro on their travels concede on average 1.78, and net only 0.57, so you can see why the Blues are 4/6 for the home win. More value might be had in predicting the correct score 1-0 and 2-0 to the Blues is 6/1 and 7/1 respectively, and Tiny for the first goal is 5/1 (betfair), which is top draw against a side who lie nineteenth and have leaked on average 1.42 goals home and away this term. Lavo's Bet: £5 Tiny First Goal (5/1) / £5 2-0 To Everton (7/1) For all Markets, click on the links; Correct Score / Match Odds / Goals / Blues To Win FA Cup
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Middlesbrough midfielder Mohamed Shawky faces a late fitness test after picking up a knee injury during a training session on Friday. Striker Marlon King will miss the game as he is cup-tied. They had a good win against the shite last week, but went down to a thumping midweek defeat against Spurs. Boro have beaten Barrow, Wolves and De Hammers for the right to face the Blues in the last eight, and you have to go back to 1997 till they last reached the Final. Pizza Man Gareth says: "Goodison is a great ground to play on. We've had a couple of results there and I won there in a quarter-final with Villa. It's a huge game for Everton, it's quite a while since they were in a cup final, so there's a fair bit of pressure on them and as the home team they will be totally expected to win. We've got a game on Sunday that everyone in the town should be looking forward to. We're rank underdogs but we've got a brilliant opportunity to get to an FA Cup semi-final. Boro from: Jones, Turnbull, Hoyte, McMahon, Pogatetz, Taylor, Huth, Wheater, O'Neil, Bates, Walker, Arca, Downing, Johnson, Shawky, Emnes, Alves, Tuncay, Aliadiere. |
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