Zoroastrianism Is More Believable Than What Happened On Saturday

I can't possibly go into detail about Saturday's game; never have I seen us outplay a team so convincingly and lose a game in a massive 4 minutes. All I know is that after we scored the game was calling out for Mullins to bolster the midfield, and we sat back and let Everton come at us instead of retaining possession and closing the game out. We played well for about 75 minutes, and that's all I can really bring myself to say.

Here's some funny animal photos that my Mum sent me...

Craig Bellamy is obviously unhappy at the service that he has been getting. Oftentimes he feels stranded up front, opting to come back to midfield to help with the tackling, and the tracking, and all the un-fun things that strikers don't normally tend to.


Young Freddy Sears has done well, contesting with bigger and more experienced opposition. The boy needs a couple of goals under his belt and I think he'll start to gain enough confidence to push on and cement a starting place for himself.



Here's Lucas Neill burying a few happy meals and pork pies for later. This never used to be necessary, but with Dean Ashton having so much spare time on his hands lately, Neill has had to turn to extreme precautions to secure his staple diet.


Ilunga has been a dominant force down the left, here he is on Saturday knocking the piss out of Louis Boa Morte in order to stop Louis from attempting to play football - best choice he's ever made.


Greeny and Upson are ecstatic that they are still in the England squad even though they haven't managed to keep a clean sheet since the game versus the Academy's under 5's team way back in December.


Witness the Everton offence slowly moving in on the hapless Lucas Neill and Julian Faubert. Largely unseen for 80 minutes because they had been napping, but now fully awake and ready to pounce.


Here's Matthew Etherington in his natural environment in no-mans-land. As you can see Etherington is fully enjoying his new found freedom by bounding endlessly in a baron wasteland of space. Free of responsibility or commitments Etherington is enjoying what John Locke may have called man's state of nature. Locke would have also agreed that Ethers is again deserving of this weeks WHEFT Award.