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Bolton v Everton:
Prior League Games
 Bolton 23
 Everton 24
 Draws 11
 Bolton 0
 Everton 0
 Draws 2
 Last Time:
 Bolton 0-0 Everton

Further squad surprises as Ferguson is withdrawn from the squad with an ankle injury, and Watson is ill.  That leaves Radzinski as the lone striker, with help from Gravesen playing in the hole.  And Simonsen finally makes his Premiership debut after three years at Everton as Gerrard is dropped to the bench after last week's brain-fart.

And Bolton suffered an injury to Jaaskelainen during the warm-up, with Kevin Poole stepping in for the kick-off.

Everton started well but, with just 10 mins gone, the exasperating Andy d'Urso does it to Everton yet again.  An innocuous challenge where Weir and Nolan tumble over.... never a free kick, but that's what he gave.  Frandsen takes it quickly and scores.  Another uphill climb...

Alexandersson broke once and forced a good save from Poole but Bolton took full advantage of their gift goal, pushing Everton hard in the driving rain.  A string of excellent corners put heavy pressure on the Everton goal, but Simonsen saved well.  

Then, just before half-time, Everton were awarded a free kick in an advanced position, Stubbs and Gravesen worked a nice one-two and Stubbs struck a brilliant shot that bulleted into the net: 1-1!

After a slow start to the second half, it explodes on 60 mins with a wonderful move from Everton ending in a superb ball from Naysmith that PAUL GASCOIGNE drilled into the net.  YES!!!

As the pace hotted up, Simonsen made a terrific save from a stinging Wallace volley.  Great pressure from Bolton, and a goal scored but thankfully disallowed by that wonderful ref, Andy d'Urso!  More pressure by Bolton.

A tense final four minutes of added time ends in misery for Everton as Bolton finally secure the equalizer.  Did Everton pay the price yet again for not going for the jugular and instead wasting precious time near the end with pointless substitutions? 


M A T C H    F A C T S
 Sports Match Info  
  FA Premiership 2001-02, Game 11
3:00pm  Saturday 3 November 2001
Reebok Stadium, Horwich
Referee: Andy d'Urso
Att: 27,343
Position: 11th
Line-ups Subs not used
Bolton: [Jaaskelainen*] Poole, N'Gotty, Bergsson, Whitlow, Charlton (55' Diawara (87' Sent off!)), Nolan, Warhurst (66' Farrelly), Frandsen, Gardner, Wallace (76' Holdsworth), Ricketts.    [* Jaaskelainen injured during warm-up] Nishizawa. 
Everton: Simonsen; Unsworth, Weir, Stubbs, Pistone; Naysmith, Gascoigne (89' Cleland), Gemmill, Alexandersson; Gravesen, Radzinski (87' Cadamarteri). 
Gerrard, Tal, Moore. 
Unavailable:  Campbell, Ferguson, Pembridge, Xavier (injured); Nyarko (loan) 
Playing Strips Formations
Bolton: White shirts; black shorts; white socks 4-4-2
Everton: Royal Blue shirts; white shorts; blue socks. 4-4-1-1
  Yellow Cards Red Cards
Bolton: Gardner (20'), [Diawara (61',87')],  Bergsson (43'), Nolan (84') Diawara (87')
Everton: Stubbs (33'), Gravesen (86')  --
Premiership Scores
Bolton  2-2 Everton
Leicester  1-0 Sunderland
Middlesbro 5-1 Derby
Newcastle  3-0 Aston Villa
Sotton  1-2 Blackburn
West Ham 0-2 Fulham
Arsenal  2-4 Charlton
Chelsea  2-1 Ipswich
Leeds  2-1 Tottenham
Liverpool  3-1 Man Utd

Premiership Table
Pos Team Pts
1 Leeds 23
2 Liverpool 22
3 Aston Villa 21
4 Newcastle 20
5 Arsenal 19
6 Man Utd 18
7 Chelsea 18
8 Blackburn 17
9 Tottenham 17
10 Bolton 16
11 Everton 15
12 Fulham 14
13 Middlesbrough 14
14 West Ham 14
15 Charlton 13
16 Sunderland 13
17 Leicester 9
18 Fulham 8
19 Southampton 7
20 Derby 7
After 4 November 2001
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Rampant confidence and unrelenting optimism were dealt a body-blow last week when Everton failed to convert their unquestioned superiority into goals.  Where does that leave us this week, as a somewhat weakened team travels the short distance to Bolton?

If we are to believe the pre-match hype, it gives Walter Smith the opportunity to ring a few changes in what was a football-playing team, if not exactly a winning team.  Gerrard may make way for Simonsen to get a long-awaited Premiership debut; Campbell will probably make way for a chastened Duncan Ferguson to strut his dubious stuff on Everton's front line; and Xavier will definitely make way for Stubbs (surely not Unsworth?) to return to the back line against one of his old clubs.  

Changes that will in all probability presage a return to the dreaded 5-3-2 formation, the lack of flowing football along the ground, and the return to the mind-numbing lump-it-up-front strategy that Ferguson's presence seems to demand.  

But what if Everton could for once play a system that Ferguson could benefit from?  What sort of goal return might we see then?  It's not really that hard, is it?  

We have Watson and Naysmith who are both capable of moving the ball efficiently out of defence and up the flanks; we have Gascoigne and Gravesen, who both have the vision and skill to play defense-splitting balls out to the wings, and we have fleet-footed Tal, Radzinski, and Alexandersson, who can take wide balls forward, beat their men, and swing driving crosses into the box from advanced positions.  All perfect fodder for Duncan to feast upon, to power home fearsome headers that should be his bread and butter...

Sadly, it hardly ever seems to happen that way any more.  Did it ever?  Perhaps not.  But each and every game is winnable.  Hopefully that is a lesson that last weekend's disaster will have drilled home to our unlucky team.  There should be no reason for them to believe that they cannot go out to the Reebok Stadium and win.

On Points

by Rob Burns

This afternoon's game at the Reebok Stadium had been billed as a grudge match an opportunity for Bolton's renaissance squad to exact revenge on an old enemy as it steamrollers the Premiership.  The goal that was cleared from over the line (after Southall had been fouled!) has not been forgotten, although directions to the Reebok, and the days when we used to play with a hoop and stick in t'street certainly have judging by the size and quality of the home support.  Everton underwent their own miniature re-birth as they awoke from a slumber late in the first half to dominate the match, falling only to a late bundled goal in injury time that followed an aerial bombardment.

In recent history, Everton's ability to match like with like when playing the more physical sides in the league has been well documented the 'Dogs of War' tag just wouldn't go away.  But today they went out to pitch passing football, guile and skill against a side of heavyweight southpaws who simply wouldn't go down.  The only 'safety' measure from Walter was his decision to play 5 across midfield, introducing Gazza as the extra man so that the centre of the park was packed with ability rather than aggression.  The other talking point was between the sticks, where Steve Simonsen was given his first start after Gerrard's knockout blow to Abel last week.  Whether he would make the grade was open to debate, and much easier to decide with hindsight.

Despite seeing the Trotters in various highlights, the only time I have watched their 90-minute performance this season was against Liverpool and, let's face it, you never really see what makes a side tick when you're willing the ball into the net from every goal kick.  So I was interested to know how they had impressively taken the scalps of so many of the 'big boys' of the Premiership.  This is an irony in itself as it is certainly Bolton who are the big boys, and their style of counter-attacking heavyweight football would certainly overrun any side who hasn't experienced 'mixing it' at the basement of the league in recent times.  Everton, in the unfamiliar position of being the craftsmen, found it difficult at first to cope.

The blues started assuredly, inter-passing and using each other well.  Radzinski was the lone outlet up front and Everton's early tactic was to get the ball forward as quickly as possible but not in an 'up to Dunc' style instead low, cross-field passes and attempts to slide the ball through the Bolton defence, whose members were some distance from their feet and the floor, where Everton strived to keep the ball.  

The only deficiency was in the speed of reactions.  Pistone particularly was guilty on several occasions of missing good runs from Gemmill, Alexandersson, Radzinski and Naysmith and giving the ball away.  Gazza, for me was in danger of becoming a zero his eagerness to take the ball from his team mates often led to inappropriate positioning and hurried and inaccurate passing.  Gravesen was largely anonymous, although he did make a couple of good runs but again the speed of reaction and failure to run off the ball allowed the whites to get men behind the ball.

Bolton packed out the penalty area and, lined across the front of the box, were extremely difficult to break down.  The figures of Whitlow, Charlton and Bergsson proving formidable.  Equally as dangerous was the whiplash breaks, as through Frandsen and Warhurst the ball was thrown forward, the unorthodox but pacey styles of Gardiner and Ricketts providing a speedy battering ram in response, Rod Wallace picking up the pieces. It was such a break which led to the opener after 10 minutes. 

Nolan was striding towards the Everton box when Weir gave him one of those looks that you just can't help falling for.  The Bolton man certainly couldn't and Referee Andy 'Popularity' d'Urso gave the free kick.  Simonsen's first test and, as he shouted instructions to his wall Frandsen quickly drove the ball past his left hand post the 'keeper arrived later than the 3.00 from Lime Street and Everton were a goal down.

Everton were deadened by the goal and were lucky to approach half time at 1-0, despite Alexandersson's shot at the keeper.  The unconvincing Simonsen did pull off a good save from Warhurst but looked weak in the penalty area nervous and probably guilty of trying a little too hard.  Even luckier for Everton was the award of a free kick just before the break.

Gemmill teed up and somehow Stubbs found a gap through the crowded area.  His shot went like a rocket into the top right corner of the goal.  Like a massive game of 'What's my line?' as I looked around me in the West stand there were hundreds standing letting out similar shouts of joy and relief - we were all over this part of the ground.  Such a pity because the allocation of tickets was only half of the end this time around - despite the numerous empty seats dotted around the Everton end it appeared that given a few more tickets we could have sold that stand out on our own.  Sold out? 'My arse!'.

The old boy Stubbs had given Everton a deserved lead, but I hoped at half time Walter would introduce Tal for Gascoigne, who for me was simply not at the races.  Add to that his insistence on arguing every refereeing decision, slapdash backheels and ill-considered dribbles, I felt that Gazza looked lost in the Premier League.  With the Bolton midfielders standing their ground in every challenge the fresher year of our 'School of Science' was bouncing off left right and centre.

Everton did buck up their ideas, however - Geordie Boy included.  Renewed confidence and a few passing lessons at half time took effect.  Alexandersson, Naysmith and Rad came into the game and ran the defence ragged, with open movement, spread passing and intelligent use of the ball.  Naysmith was getting up and down the left at speed, and supplied Unsworth whose low, powerful cross eluded Radzinski and then Alexandersson only needing a touch to convert.  

Again combining on 56 minutes, Naysmith worked the ball down the left and crossed back for Radzinski - intelligently he held the defender in place and let the ball run past.  Gascoigne, in an excellent far-post position, made no mistake from 12 yards and put the blues 2-1 into the lead.

One way traffic for some time.  Bolton introduced Diawara for Charlton, who was mysteriously injured in a clash with Alexandersson who found himself surprisingly through on goal but hesitated without shooting.  Diawara is straight from the Wanderers mould - big and brutal.  An over-the-top ball caused confusion as his looping header went backwards - Radzinski, clean through, lifted the ball over the bar and missed the chance to wrap up the game.

d'Urso was not at his best and made decisions for both sides where the advantage would have paid more dividends including a pull-back on Gravesen from which Gemmill picked up the ball.  This was Diawara's first booking, the second came when he tried to jump a box-car on the Unsworth express.  As our own Rhino who's game today was controlled and mature, not trying too much but remaining involved and covering a lot of ground shot clear after a brilliant ball from Gazza that hung in the air and seemed to drop to a timetable, the big defender threw his full weight behind a sliding challenge.  For a minute Davey looked hurt, but a ten-count from the ref and he was back and shuffling again. Goodbye Diawara and ten-man Bolton were surely buried.

Comedy, as the board went up to swap Gazza for Cadamarteri.  The charismatic number eight went to the court of appeal - surely not me?  No sorry Walter mistaken identity.  As if giving in to a child the board changed and the now exhausted Radzinski departed - keeping the peace again, no doubt.  Then it happened........

From the touch lines there was a rumble, a crash, a roll of drums.  A shadow took over the pitch, my view from above was obscured by a great blackness.  The apocalypse had arrived.  I checked my underwear - fearing that I would not be wearing Calvin Kleins on the day of judgement as planned.  The crowd gasped, and then entered the source of the great commotion - a massive, inflatable Danny Cadamarteri!

If Stuart Hall was commentating on Radio 5 today he would surely have felt at least a touch of nostalgia as this giant 'It's a Knockout' figurine entered the fray.  He is massive, and must have given up his Wade Smith storecard for something for larger men.  If anyone could provide the killer haymaker it was him, although whether his striking of the ball would be up to quite as much is a quite different thing.

Bolton had something of an ascendancy, and provided an aerial battering for the Everton defence.  Holdsworth was introduced for Wallace, and added another body to the box to give Simonsen more headaches.  The young goalie looked like a frightened Rabbit as the big men stood on his line.  Weir and Stubbs appeared a little low on trust as they frantically cleared their lines. 

Bolton kept coming.  A goal disallowed for off side.  Suddenly the passing had disappeared with the composure I would bet a mirror image of the scenes at Old Trafford last week Gemmill, Alexandersson, Gravesen and Pistone all guilty of wild passes.  Cadamarteri loitered up front and did at least put his weight about to try to hold the ball near the front.  For me Tal was the better option, as to add speed, control and urgency to Everton's case would surely have been an improvement on a man lacking in recent experience.

To no avail, however, as with 4 minutes of added time almost counted down a ball hurled in to a panicked Everton box was headed down by Bergsson.  Ricketts stood in front of Simonsen, falling backwards into the goal, and his heel flick was enough to send the ball in.  No room for disappointment as it had been coming. 

Looking back on today's game, it was probably the wrong choice to bring in Simo when we were certain to face such a physical threat.  That said, another Gerrard howler would have tried the patience of the travelling fans just as much.  Neither defence nor goalkeeper could be said to have looked comfortable today and it will take a braver man than me to pick the 'number 1' in a fortnight's time.

Everton are in a period of transition.  Like a child whose legs have grown an inch longer than its brain knows, the transforming side probably do not yet know their abilities or their limitations.  This afternoon they had rolled with the punches from the heavyweight Lancastrians for 93 minutes.  Sadly they were caught on the ropes at the bell and lost the crucial advantage.  Deciding whether to mix it or treat it with contempt is the choice that we now have to make.  

On some days, it will come off; on others, it won't. The biggest regret is that we must still see an available squad with players that we are happy to see included as a temporary luxury, as injuries will come and we may regret the days when we dropped points at Bolton and Ipswich.  But Walter must be credited for this afternoon in his approach to the game and his tactical aptitude in facing a style of play that was associated with the Everton teams of the 90's, but is week-by-week becoming a distant memory.

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