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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Saturday, February 07, 2004
    Done big time
    "When you're three-nil down at half time against Man United you're looking to get done big time," said David Moyes after today's 3-4 reverse. It was all we needed just then, the prospect of forty-five further minutes of torment in the lashing rain.

    The violently-changing weather seemed analogous to the twists and turnarounds taking place on the pitch. As United got their third heavy sleet gusted around Goodison and many from the exposed front seats made their way down to the tea-points or entirely out of the ground for a gloomy, washed-out early journey home.

    They missed the comeback - which was thrilling. And the sucker punch from Van Nistelrooy right at the end - which was cruel, aberrant, an inclement football moment. As we left the ground the clouds broke open, pulled back, revealing blue sky. Not Everton blue; a paler version - more like a grubby Man City - but nevertheless welcome for the outward walk in the chill wind. A break from the blizzards: a meagre February solace.

    Another meagre February solace today: resisting being done big time, but nevertheless still being done.