Defensive errors, goalkeeping mistakes, and general apathy meant that Everton did what they always do when faced with even the slightest bit of success - they wet the bed. There is no self-belief. There is no plan. There are precious little tactics. When faced with adversity, Silva loses his head, and his players are all too happy to follow suit.
In the end, there is only pain. The pain of hope lost, and the pain of consistently having your weekend ruined by supporting this sorry excuse for a football club. What’s the point? Is there a point? Everton certainly don’t seem to think there is; why should we?
There isn’t much to be gained by analyzing the matches themselves. They all look the same. Fleeting spells of brilliance, vanishing at the first sight of trouble. The trouble cascades, washing over all of us like a waterfall of diarrhea, and then, we’re onto the next match day, to prove the definition of insanity once more. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting the same result? That’s Everton Football Club. Burn the club to the ground and salt the earth where it stood.
Enjoy your Saturday.