Everton survive, so what now? Sack the board, stick with Sean Dyche…

admin 18 September 2024, 22:14 yayınlandı

There is already optimism for next season among Evertonians in the Mailbox. Also: Spurs should sell Harry Kane quickly and as painlessly as possible; and City are worse with Erling Haaland…

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Well, was exhausting. I never felt (until the last 10 minutes) like we were under threat but this is Everton and we give up stupid goals. Doucs came up with a worldy at just the right time and Goodison erupted. Pickford with a good save towards the end helped as well (sorry mailbox, he’s still England’s #1.)

We were just fortunate that there were three teams worse than we were by very slim margins. Now, it’s up to Everton to make the necessary changes so that we don’t go through this again anytime soon.

As much as we’ve been through managers, I think keeping Dyche makes sense here. We also need one or two strikers. Lastly, there’s the matter of the board. They need sacking as they’ve presided over the decline of this club and are simply leeches at this point and we need to be very cautious with how we spend what little money we have.

Lastly, spare a thought for Leicester & Leeds. It quite easily could have been us down as we clearly demonstrated that we weren’t too good to go down. I hope both find their way back up to the Premier League quickly.

…Some Everton optimism for next season.

Lampard took 15 points from 21 games.

Dyche took 21 points from 17 games.

Lampard also had far more home fixtures against bottom half teams.

Even if you say we lose both Dyche’s matches to take him to half a season, we would theoretically have achieved 42 points with Dyche, putting us clearly safe and mid-table.

Overall, a wild and rough day in lots of ways, but what an atmosphere.

Relief has overtaken and no for the joy of being able to sleep!

NSNO

Newcastle are going to win the PL next season. 4th place finish with 14 draws? Had they converted just 8 more to be more in line with the draw stats of the top 3 they’d be on 87 points.

Manchester City 22/23 With Haaland:

89 points
94 goals for
33 goals against

Manchester City 21/22 Without Haaland:

93 points
99 goals for
26 goals against

Obviously his achievements on an individual level are highly impressive. But his impact in a team sport?

It’s cool though. The season after spending £100m on England’s golden boy to be a squad player they paid £40m to an agent for the privilege of buying the best striker in the world and it doesn’t matter that their metrics regressed because this is the new reality that is rarely, if ever, questioned.

Emery getting 49 points from 25 games with the same squad who got 9 points from 11 games with Stevie G in charge is some sort of miracle. Now, onto next season.

…With a day like today, sometimes the people who are no longer involved but contributed to where you get to are forgotten.

So I would like to thank Steven Gerrard for all he did. If you weren’t so incompetent, our owners might have held on and we wouldn’t have gotten Emery.

Thanks SG.

Spurs fan pondering the way forward. We should sell Harry for the highest price possible and rebuild around Kulusevski, Son and Richarlison, who has been criminally underused. I hope Kane’s time will not be soured by a long, messy divorce. Rip off the bandaid and let him go with our blessing.

We should pick up a good keeper for a budget, not a megastar that will break the bank. Hopefully Everton will go down and we can prise Pickford away.

Re. Gaffer, I’d hoped for Kompany but concur with A that Potter would fit the bill.
And for the love of God, not another galactico manager that is only in it for a pay day.

Big summer ahead!

I’ve had a long hot morning at work so maybe I’ve missed a subtlety in Mo’s mail but why is it ‘ludicrous’ for Luton to be in the Premier League instead of Leeds, Everton or Leicester? A well run club on the back of a good season taking the place of a club who, despite having millions to spend on players, have shat all over themselves repeatedly, good on them.

…, the elitism off the charts. Everton Leicester or Leeds losing a spot to Luton? Grrrr? For some reason it’s annoying me, that reason is probably the elite thing. It’s like he’s annoyed that a team that isn’t “prem standard” is taking the spot of those who are. This has been earned by Luton and earned the extremely hard way and whoever goes down doesn’t deserve to stay up, because they failed at the minimum requirements to remain in this competition. I’m going to stop here because this guy clearly doesn’t understand the tradition of football, 3 teams earn their way up in the prem and 3 teams lose their spot. Grrrrrrr?

Plenty of emails in this mailbox pointing out the bottle job at Dortmund. They however, failed to see how the fans played their part and reacted to that loss. Imagine yourself being a perpetual bridesmaid for 10 years and finally getting a shot at glory and …. The players screw up their first half. Seeing the match on telly, they roared their players on even when they hadn’t scores for 20 more minutes from the start of second half. Never quieting down even when they were 1-2 down and reaching a crescendo when the news of penalty came in. Urging their side towards a win but failing to do so, their reaction afterwards is what gave me lesson in supporting your team. Silences all around and players remorseful to the fans but fans never turning on their players. It may change in the coming days but the fact that the crowd never failed to conjure up the noise over two halves shows how to actually support your team. Not in good times, nor in bad but in the teams when you know you might be in a losing battle. That.. that is the most beautiful thing you can ever witness. The hypocrisy that a plastic fan commenting about matchday fans far far away is not lost on me. So I’m laying it out clearly, this is not about how you should support, rather it’s about what you choose to take away from the game

Thank you Calvinho for proving that people can actually use Google properly, and thank you as well to my homonymous nemesis David, not Atlanta for proving my point; as the price of Berbatov was pushed above 30 million only because the new Man City ownership came in to gazump the deal on that extraordinarily frantic 2008 transfer deadline day.

…Re: Calvino. This reminds me of the Arsenal 28 or 29 years old debate. To try and end it, depending on whether you include add-ons or not, will move the players below or above the £30M threshold. If you look at their values in Euros on transfermarkt.co.uk and convert to Sterling then they are all above £30M. What is interesting is The Athletic did an article last summer on United’s most expensive signings and what they would be worth in today’s money.

Veron – £155.4M
Ferdinand – £132.5M
Rooney – £118.6M

Those are some eye watering values, and an interesting one for the current ‘Financial Doping’ / ‘Inflating the Market’ crowd. And don’t come back with ‘we earned that money’. Spending lots, and breaking transfer records is still spending lots however you got the money.

And lastly David, not Atlanta, Berbatov’s move to United was after City takeover. It was actually the same day as the takeover and City were trying to make a statement signing that same day. United and Spurs had dragged the Berabtov negotiations on and on, all the way to the transfer deadline day, until City bid the price that Spurs wanted. United then hastily matched the bid and Fergie pretty much kidnapped Berbatov from Manchester Airport to stop City getting him. City then bought Robinho instead. That day – 1st September 2008 – is an indelible memory for me and one of the craziest day’s as a City fan, as I watched it all unfold in increasing amounts of incredulity.

Some loose thoughts on the final day of a pretty loosey-goosey season (from a Liverpool ish perspective anyway)

Deep into the 2nd half we trail 2-4 away to So’ton and my thoughts flickered briefly to the 5-2 mauling to Madrid at Anfield, having also led 2 nil early doors. I felt twitchy. Then came a burst of two and we were level; i felt less twitchy but not particularly thrilled either. The final 4-4 scoreline is eye-catching on the backpages but really both in context and presentation moves the needle in absolutely no direction, and puts forth good arguments for both big-eyed ambition and trembling anxiety for next season. Klopp’s sideline demeanor of frustrated but ultimately chilled out and accepting dad was fitting and understandable today

I reckon neutrals and die-hards alike will have had one eye on the Everton fixture this morning, and with some taste for drama. Last yr when the blues were scrapping to stay in the league I felt the city’s economy might take a belated post-pandemic hit if Everton had gone down, and so I hoped for their survival for the good of the city, the stability of status quo, healthy tourism, etc. This yr I felt apathetic; my (proximate) love (and respect) for Everton as a footballing institution and historical rival waned, and though true the table never lies, it’s difficult to believe they deserved to stay up . If I’m thinking broadscale Merseyside terms, I was always going to hold a grudge when their new waterfront stadium dropped first spade to the dirt, casting its giant misshapen shadow against the Albert docks and forcing the city to relinquish its Unesco heritage status. Perhaps Stanley Park eventually becomes an afternoon stroll of less peril, but even in the weakest of metaphor they become a villain you just don’t root for. And from a purely footballing vantage really it just confirms the feeling that Everton are Spurs North, doling out their mediocre football yr after yr under truy laughable management and pr spin propaganda and slimy branding, all packaged in smoke mirrors and glorious stadia– lipstick on pigs if there ever were such

Anyway if i’m a Leicester supporter I’m probably not adoring little ol AFC Bournemouth today. Sporting moments become tales of legend on special stages like this and given a huge chunk of stoppage time to make a go of a moment, any moment, a chance to grasp lightning out of the sky, the cherries don’t string but three passes together to get over the halfway line. To threaten even the possibility. But nah, it’s not always Shakespeare… sometimes it’s just football