I adopted a stray cat. Two weeks ago she had kittens. I will say those kittens, with their eyes shut, show more ferocity
on the nipples than Everton did in front of goal. Before the match I would have said you were crazy had you told me
all the players' mothers had been kidnapped by desperate gamblers, and the Everton players were told that if they
scored they'd never see their mothers again. If you told me that after the match I would think, "Ah-ha!"
This was Everton's most gutless match of the year, and so many to choose from! From their, "dude, chill out" attitude in
front of the oppositions net to Delph's midfield pointing to Pickford every time Everton were working the ball around
enemy territory, this was staggering on the wimp-o-meter.
OF COURSE we were Watford's first home shut out of the year!
If Lampard would walk up to me with that point and say, "Well, add this to our tally" I'd throw it in
his face and say, "See you next year, wherever you'll be grubbing your pay from. I'll be watching us in the Championship where we belong."
Utterly disgusting. Totally predictable.