Everton 2 - 0 Preston North End
Half-time: 0 - 0
FA Cup 1999-2000 5th Round
3pm Saturday 29 January 2000
Goodison Park, Merseyside
The best chance of FA Cup success since 1995, combined with the enormous
potential banana-skin factor, and the desire to celebrate Bill Kenwright's
imminent takeover of the club, set the scene for a well-supported and
titanic struggle between two clubs rich in football history: Preston were
unbeatable in the earliest years of the Football League; the team which finally
wrested The Championship from them for the first time were Everton, back
Paul Gerrard was out injured, giving Tommy Myhre a glorious chance to reestablish
himself as Everton's number 1. John Collins was out with an ankle injury,
but Everton were still drab and lacklustre. Jeffers had a good early
chance cleared off the line, but on the whole it was a typically poor Everton
performance in the first half, with Preston pressing them well, causing numerous
The game bucked up a bit in the second half with more attacking play from
and Jeffers missing a few more chances, but
the substitution of Cadamarteri for Pembridge seemed to change Everton's
luck. A free-kick in an excellent position won by Hutchison was converted
superbly by David Unsworth. And in the dying minutes, Joe-Max Moore was there
in the box and very alert to smack in a rebound the Preston keeper couldn't hold.
On our way to Wembley?
Unsworth (64'), Moore (91')
Preston North End:
Subs Not Used
Myhre; Ball, Gough, Weir, Dunne; Pembridge
(60' Cadamarteri), Unsworth, Hutchison, Barmby; Campbell, Jeffers
Unavailable: Cleland, Collins, Gerrard,
Williamson (injured); Phelan (on loan); Bilic (in
Watson, Gemmill, Simonsen.
Preston North End:
Moilanen, Edwards, Jackson, Murdock, Alexander, Eyres
(71' Cartwright (83' McKenna)), Gregan, Rankine, Appleton
(79' Basham), Macken, Gunnlaugsson.
Royal Blue shirts, white shorts, blue socks
Preston North End:
White shirts, dark blue shorts, white socks
Preston North End:
"Tell me ma, me ma...."
A wild day, a bleak day. Not boding well for a spectacular
performance. The temperature gauge in the car, on the way to the match
indicated a balmy 8 C. The wind which swept around Goodison belied
that fact. 6,100 travelling Preston fans, an indication of the undoubted
potential at Deepdale, were vocal in their support of their favourites.
As they raced towards the Bullens Road stand (a full 50% of which – at
least – had been given over to the Lancashire visitors) during their warm
up routine, they were greeted by a rousing cheer.
A quieter reception awaited the boys in blue as empty stands greeted
their arrival at the sides of the pitch as they prepared for the game.
An indication of the change that has come over the game since all-seater
stadia became a prerequisite for higher British clubs. Why get there
early, when you know your place is safe? No more jostling for that
favourite crush barrier to stand behind, that stanchion to lean
against. No more dashing to the front to peer longingly over the
perimeter wall. But I digress, or do I? Such is the state of
affairs at Preston these days that its been 40 years since they last played
at Goodison. Once mighty, once nicknamed "Proud", no doubt
many of the older amongst their travelling support recalled that last
Goodison visit. Get there early, claim your place.
Such had been the attitude of the fans. Would the players go
through the same emotions, would they care, would they do it for
Preston? More to the point, would Everton again come a cropper against
lower division opponents? With Mike Riley as referee, I could see it
coming. And what was the choral rendition of "Land of Hope and
Glory" all about? Was that one Wm. Kenwright's contributions?
The game started interestingly enough. We seemed to be able to pass
the ball around alright for the first couple of minutes, yet there was a
sparkle missing. Preston seemed to suffer from it, too. But that
was only to be expected, wasn't it? After all, they were out of their
depth here, weren't they? Did anyone tell the players on either
Put bluntly, for the bulk of the first half we were out thought, out
fought and out played. True there were chances for us, as Jeffers had
a shot cleared off the line (weakly hit mind you) and was just deprived of
another shot on the turn by a last ditch intervention with a knee by
True, there was no sign of us being overrun in midfield as three of the
four seemed to be having reasonable games (final balls apart). The
back didn't look too shaky, but one rash challenge from Ball, when he might
have been better trying to hold up Preston's Evertonian, Eyres rather than
diving into the tackle, gave Preston the chance to go one up, but the
advancing forward could only knock a solid connection to the winger's cross
over the bar.
Again Preston might have taken advantage of sloppy defending as a poor
header from Gough saw the ball clip off his head into the path of
Gunnlaugsson, only a late intervention (with a fine tackle) from Weir saving
the day. The resulting loose ball saw the Preston forward miss a simple side
foot past Myhre as a scuffed drive across goal landed at his feet.
A Rhino effort from range which was caught at the post by the Preston
keeper was probably our best effort. All things considered, against the wind
(in the main) and not playing too well, to go in at half time at 0 - 0 was a
bit of a blessing.
The second half saw us a little more interested. There was still
very little effort apparent down the left though. Ball was giving it
plenty, but Pembridge was a passenger. A recent interview quoted him
as saying something along the lines of "the Everton fans haven't seen
the best of me yet". Is there a best? A glimpse would do,
just now and again. He certainly was a major part of the image
portrayed to the visiting fans as the cry "Are you Blackpool in
disguise?" was roared out from the Bullens Road. The cheer that
rose up from the home supporters as the substitution board showed
Cadamarteri was about to replace him must have said something to both Walter
and Pembridge. "Bye, bye Mark", maybe?
Preston were up for this match and their willingness to push forward was
nearly their downfall. Macken had an opportunity which he spurned and
the ball call out to Barmby. A push forward to Campbell, who held the
ball up and a defender at bay. Campbell fell over and the rampaging
Barmby stepped in to take up the cause. He raced into the Preston
half, advancing up to just outside the penalty box. The keeper stood
up in front of him, Barmby saw Jeffers in space to his left. A great
ball found the youngster just needing to hit the target to score. Such
is his confidence at the moment that he side footed the ball past the
post. Activity on the bench saw Joe-Max Moore warming up.
A change of line-up did indeed bring about a change of approach.
But it was Cadamarteri who slotted in on the right of midfield, with Barmby
moving across to the left. Suddenly it was direct action, with Barmby
inventive on the left and Cadamarteri heading for the by-line on the
right. Now the Preston defence looked a little more
Again we moved forward, this time Hutchison on the ball. As he
headed towards the penalty area, a shove in the side saw him drop to the
floor. A freekick? I think so. Enough to floor him so
easily? I think not. Nevertheless, an opportunity now presented
itself. Preston had already wasted a similar opportunity earlier in
the half, a timid chip over the wall dropping into the arms of the waiting
Myhre. Could we do any better?
Hutchison and Unsworth stood over the ball. Up stepped Rhino, a
sweet left foot. A curling shot and into the corner of the net.
1 - 0 ....."Tell me ma, me ma...."
Preston weren't fazed though. They pressed forward again. I
have to say, I was impressed by their attitude, their skill and their
tenacity. Throughout the 90 minutes, captain Sean Gregan shone like a
beacon. True he didn't have enormous competition in midfield, with the
"lacklustre" Pembridge and the "tenacious" Rhino.
But Hutchison stood with him for a lot of the match and Gregan, I believe,
came out on top. He was strong in the tackle, incisive in his passing
and not afraid of asking his forwards to work hard and keep up with
him. But he won't be my Man of the Match. That has to go to an
Again they had a free-kick just outside the box. This time a poor
shot was directed into the wall and it bounced away, but only to the
advancing taker. He drove the ball through the wall this time, but
Myhre was again equal to it. Then came the final switch. Off
went Jeffers with about seven minutes to go and on came Joe- Max Moore.
We were still trying to go forward, as were the visitors, and a long ball
saw Joe-Max look rather uninterested, but it bounced well for Campbell and
was moved out for Barmby. Joe-Max had sensed something might be on at
this point and darted into the penalty box, but too far as the ball wasn't
delivered to him. Instead, Barmby nipped across the face of goal and then
slipped the ball through to Campbell.
At this point, Joe-Max Moore was offside and tracking back, but he nearly
ran into Campbell. The officials seemed not to want to intervene and
play went on. Joe moved back onside as Campbell's effort came back off
a defender and spun across the goal. He then latched onto the ball,
knocking it past the despairing keeper, into the net. 2 - 0 ...."I
don't want no tea, no tea..."
It was all over now. We were through. Not convincingly and
maybe not even deservedly. Preston played above their station.
But it didn't look an effort. We're still searching for the sort of
form that we showed against Sunderland. Will we find it again?
Who cares? "We're going to Wem-ber-ley, tell me ma, me
Man of the Match: David Unsworth, who ran his heart out and scored
a cracking goal.
Brief Match Comments
As for the game, my twopenny worth is to comment on the fact that there were
only two bookings – a couple of weeks ago there would have been 8 or 10
given some of the tackles that went in. If the FA have instructed
referees to be more 'understanding', shouldn't there be an amnesty or at
least a downrating of previously awarded bookings?
As a game it didn't offer much attractive football and that which we saw
came mainly from Preston. It seems amazing that it took so long for
our coaching staff to realise that this was a day for Danny – he's slipped
back so far from his early appearances that Preston were his class.
Poor Mark Pembridge was yet again no use to man or beast. Anyway, back
to Danny, he can't cross the ball but he caused panic whenever he got the
ball and ran at their defence. Mind you, the spectacle of Walter and
Archie trying to tell him where he should play was hilarious. They
didn't seem to know if they wanted him wide or tucked in – couldn't they
have figured that out and told him what he should do before sending him on?
Tommy did all that was required of him and proved that we have two
competent goalkeepers – neither of whom is outstanding – and Simonsen,
who has not yet had a real chance to show what he can do. Perhaps a
melange of all three is what we need?
Otherwise, Gough had a very poor game, as did Dunne. Weir saved
Gough's bacon on one occasion and generally made up for both Gough and
Dunne's shortcomings on the day. It was a pleasure to see Ball at left
back and apart from his early rush of blood which saw him miss a flying
tackle after he'd committed himself quite unnecessarily, he settled well and
looked more the proper left back we last saw about a year ago.
Barmby was another who will want to forget this game; Hutchison had some
nice touches but never seemed to offer any danger to Preston for all that
– it won't break my heart if he does leave. The totally inept
Pembridge I mentioned above already, which leaves Jeffers and
Campbell. I thought both tried hard with little success. It must have
been very difficult to judge clearances coming over half the length of the
pitch in that swirling wind so I don't blame Campbell for his targetman's
inadequacies on Saturday.
Franny ran across the line as well as he ever does and certainly doesn't
hide when things aren't going his way but maybe it's time to swap him and
Moore so that he comes on for 15-20 minutes towards the end of the next game
or two? The rest won't do him any harm (he did have surgery only a
couple of months ago) and the challenge of forcing Walter and Archie to take
Moore off so he can go on and score some late goals could be the incentive
Almost forgot – Dave Unsworth, man of the match and an example to
anyone who aspires to play for Everton. Total commitment and an
Preston hold heads high in defeat
by Joe Lovejoy, The Sunday Times
PRESTON can be proud again, even in defeat. The team from the Second
Division matched their Premiership opponents in all facets of open play and
it took a contentious free kick, bent in by David Unsworth, to turn the
closest of FA Cup-ties and edge Everton through to the quarter-finals for
the second season in succession.
It took two penalties from Unsworth to see Everton safely past Birmingham in
the last round and the would-be England defender certainly deserves his
place in the last eight, but whether his team do is open to debate. Joe-Max
Moore, a substitute, forced home a second in stoppage time, but the two-goal
margin was a travesty. Preston would in no way have been flattered by a
Bill Kenwright, the impressario who has finally won his protracted battle
for control in the Goodison boardroom, had Land of Hope and Glory played
before the start and at the end, trumpeting his new regime, but if God made
anybody mighty, it was Preston who, for most of the game, played the better,
more cohesive football.
Cold, damp and windy, the conditions were just right for a classic cup
Saturday. Unfortunately, the fixture list wasn't, the insatiable demands of
television having fragmented the draw yet again. At this rate, the
quarter-finals could be played on a Tuesday afternoon, to avoid clashing
with The Simpsons.
Of what was left yesterday, this had all the makings - two famous old
clubs with proud traditions, one fallen on hard times, but on the way back.
Preston played their part, but not quite to perfection. Lest we forget, they
were the first League champions and the first team to do the double, but
that was more than a century ago. They last won the FA Cup back in 1938,
have not been in the final since 1964 and had not been this far for 34
years. Third in the Second Division, they are on the up, but there are no
Tom Finneys at Deepdale these days.
Everton, too, are improving, morale raised by a satisfactory conclusion
to the boardroom shenanigans that had such a debilitating effect for so
long. Their manager, Walter Smith, has agreed a new contract. His
significant changes saw Thomas Myhre given his first appearance of the
season in goal, in place of the injured Paul Gerrard, and Michael Ball
recalled at left-back to enable Unsworth to move forward and fill the
midfield vacancy created by John Collins's ankle trouble. Playing a defender
in the creative third of the field served only to underline the superior
accomplishments of Sean Gregan, in particular - but Unsworth, of course, had
the last word. The crowd howled, the wind blew and the tackles came in thick
and fast. It was a muck and nettles cup-tie all right, and Preston were
never going to be found wanting. They were strong and competitive where it
mattered, in central defence and central midfield, where Gregan was all
things to all men, a captain leading by example. They were always dangerous,
too, on the break.
"It's funny," said Duncan McKenzie, a former Everton favourite,
"how the wind only seems to blow when we're in possession."
It might have been a different story altogether had Francis Jeffers, put
through by Kevin Campbell, taken an early chance. Instead, after taking the
ball wide of the goalkeeper, on the left, he underhit his shot, allowing
Michael Jackson to get back and boot it off the line. Reprieved, Preston
steadied themselves and hit back with some style. Jon Macken drove to the
byline on the right and delivered an inch-perfect cross that warranted a
better finish than Michael Appleton's header, wastefully high.
Bjarki Gunnlaugsson, who had delayed joining up with the Iceland squad in
order to play, would surely have had his decision handsomely vindicated but
for the last-ditch tackle by David Weir, which dispossesed him in the act of
shooting, 12 yards out.The best chances were delayed until the second half,
when, in the space of a minute, Macken might have scored at one end and
Jeffers certainly should have done at the other. The Preston man drove
hurriedly at the goalkeeper, when he had the time available in which to do
much better, and young Jeffers, all alone in the goalmouth, missed a sitter,
thumping Barmby's right-wing cross into the side-netting.
A goal was all the game needed, but when it arrived, midway through the
second half, it was against the run of play. Preston had just spurned a
glorious opportunity, Macken heading Rankine's cross straight at Myhre from
the penalty spot, when Everton took the lead. Rob Edwards brought down
Hutchison just outside the 18-yard line on the right and up stepped Unsworth
and his trusty left foot to drill home the free kick.
Graham Alexander brought a half-decent save from Myhre late on, but
Jeffers was closer still and Everton held out, then added their second when
Moilanen repelled, but was unable to hold, a close-range shot from Campbell
and Moore hooked the ball home from nudging distance.
Unsworth quells the unsung
by Andrew Longmore, The Independent
Everton's fortunes might be on the turn. The club settled its future in the
boardroom during the week and, yesterday, despite being outplayed for
embarrassingly long periods by a lively, inventive, Preston side, they
reached the quarter-finals of the FA Cup for the second consecutive year
with goals from David Unsworth midway through the second half and Joe-Max
Moore in injury time. Though no one at Goodison Park was arguing, the
scoreline was a travesty for poor Preston, who deserved to join Gillingham,
their Second Division fellows, in the draw. A replay would have been a just
reward and few would have argued with outright victory.
No one, though, would deny a man of Bill Kenwright's integrity his day of
joy. It is not just Everton who will benefit from the theatre impresario's
belated takeover at Goodison Park. Football needs more of the same. The
uncomfortable thought for both the new owner and Walter Smith, the manager
who extended his contract this week, is that Everton are desperately short
of class in key areas, the sort of class only money can buy.
The feel-good factor at Goodison lasted about as long as the first of
many stray passes which littered Everton's inept first-half display.
Kenwright must have been tempted to ask for his money back as he sat there,
his pockets empty after his £25M midweek takeover, his boyhood dream
fulfilled at last. Preston, a team full of confidence and tutored in the
right principles by David Moyes, who was once a member of the Scottish youth
team coached by Smith, were not the ideal travellers to celebrate a new
dawn. Preston certainly imbued the principles of pass-and-move with rather
more imagination and fluidity than an Everton side, deprived of John Collins
David Unsworth, whose two goals against Birmingham guided Everton into
the fifth round, was pushed forward into midfield, lending a touch of brawn
to Don Hutchison's brain. With a swirling wind making control difficult –
painfully so for the Premiership side – Preston's superior technique,
greater commitment and clearer shape belied the 35 places between the two
teams in the League. The dominant figure in midfield was certainly stocky
and swarthy, not Unsworth but Sean Gregan, the Preston captain, who tackled
himself to a standstill. Pressed back for long periods by Preston's neat
approach play, Everton were lucky to survive until half-time.
Though Francis Jeffers, desperately short of confidence at present, had
promised to give Everton an early lead, rounding the goalkeeper only for
Michael Jackson to scramble his shot off the line, Bjarki Gunnlaugsson had
two chances within 30 seconds midway through the first half to give the
Second Division side a deserved lead. A mistake by Richard Gough allowed
Gunnlaugsson to sneak in behind the defence but, 14 yards out with the whole
goal to aim at, the Icelandic international dallied fractionally. Weir's
superbly timed tackle, though, fell to Michael Appleton, whose cross-shot
needed, but failed to get, the merest touch from Gunnlaugsson.
As Everton's frustration grew, Unsworth was booked for a challenge on
Mark Rankine and Kevin Campbell was fortunate not to see yellow for
clattering Graham Alexander.
If the increasingly critical Goodison crowd anticipated a change of
pattern in the second half, they were easily disappointed. Far from raising
the tempo, Everton stayed firmly in second gear. "Are you Blackpool in
disguise?" chanted the Preston fans, with understandable glee. Not even
the usually glib Evertonians could find an answer to that one.
Yet Everton could have eased their worries early in the second half.
Again it was Jeffers at fault, the waif-like Everton forward sweeping
Barmby's cross wide from 10 yards. Moments earlier, Preston had worked a
good chance of their own, a move of real class ending with Jon Macken
flicking a shot straight into Thomas Myrhe's midriff. Campbell's theatrical
dive over Jackson's outstretched leg fooled no one, least of all Mike Riley,
but when Edwards hauled down Hutchison 25 yards out in the 64th minute,
Unsworth drove the free-kick beyond Teuvo Moilanen for his third successive
FA Cup goal. Unsworth, the one member of the 1995 Cup-winning side to bridge
the years, trundled his way towards the bench in celebration, but Everton
must have sensed their luck was in.
At last, Everton began to settle into a recognisable rhythm, with the
arrival of Danny Cadamarteri for Mark Pembridge bringing an injection of
pace down the right flank. For the first time, Preston started to show signs
of tiredness and Jeffers' shot from 20 yards forced Moilanen into a fine
Preston shown direct way to fulfil dreams
by David McVay, The Times
IF PRESTON North End are to further their promotion ambitions this
season, demonstrations of resolve and durability will be required in what
are certain to be contests of attrition en route to the Nationwide League First
Division. Paramount will be the ability to grind out results against
opposition of limited invention who are reliant on a direct delivery aimed
at an imposing target man. It would be difficult to find a better role model
for such ventures, which continue away to Oxford United tomorrow night, than
Everton. On this occasion, Preston ended second best, but David Moyes, the
manager, will be hopeful that his players have learnt sufficiently from
their experience to follow this FA Cup fifth-round defeat by securing three
The harsh truth is that Preston established superiority in all
departments of the game bar one and thus allowed a famous victory to elude
them. If there is cause for concern at Deepdale, it is the inability of the
side to perform where it matters most – in front of goal. Repeated failures
will not be tolerated and even in the second division there are teams who
possess rather more guile and substance that Everton offered on Saturday.
"I'm disappointed we didn't get a draw," Moyes said. "They
took their chances when they came about and we didn't." The applause
afforded to Preston by partisans and neutrals alike on the final whistle may
have rung hollow to the likes of Bjarki Gunnlaugsson and Jon Macken, the
forward pairing whose fleetness and sleight of foot often made the Everton
back four look cumbersome. At least five clear openings were created by or
for them and subsequently spurned before David Unsworth unleashed a 25-yard
free kick in the 65th minute over the defensive wall and beyond Teuvo
Moilanen. The stares of colleagues afterwards were perhaps admonishment
enough for the goalkeeper's tardy reactions.
Joe-Max Moore, a late substitute, added a second in injury time to
conclude business and complete a scoreline that mocked the enterprise and
endeavour of such as Sean Gregan, an inspirational captain, and Michael
Jackson and Colin Murdock, the unyielding central defenders.
In fact the only element of surprise that emerged from the FA Carling
Premiership camp was the addition of a most traditional anthem, introduced
by Bill Kenwright, the club's new owner. Perhaps Land of Hope and Glory does
not equate with the Mersey Beat as succinctly as the theme from Z-Cars that
ushers the players on to the pitch, but as it resonated around Goodison Park
at the final whistle, it is perhaps a prophetic selection.
Hope has nourished the faithful in the blue corner of Stanley Park for
what seems an eternity. The glory, after this fortuitous passage to
the quarter-finals, is surely written on the trophy this season.
Times Newspapers Ltd
Fortune favours Everton
Derick Allsop, Electronic Telegraph
ONE flourish of Premiership quality and a heavy dosage of fortune cruelly
banished Preston North End and dragged Everton uneasily into the sixth round
of the FA Cup. The scoreline flattered Walter Smith's team, who, for long
periods of this tie, had the mantle of their lofty status pulled around
Second Division Preston, who last won this trophy 62 years ago, had
visions of another trip to Wembley as they embarrassed Everton with their
movement and enterprise. Their slick exchange of passes created enough
openings to have put the match beyond Everton, Bjarki Gunnlaugsson
squandered a double chance in the first half, and the normally prolific
Jonathan Macken spurned two more opportunities in the second.
Frances Jeffers might have given Everton the lead before a dubious
free-kick award enabled David Unsworth to score with a swerving delivery in
the 65th minute. Everton's American striker, Joe-Max Moore, again came on
from the bench to score in stoppage time.
His colleagues had never looked comfortable, especially in midfield,
where the tenacious Mark Rankine and the authoritative Sean Gregan ran the
show. John Collins' absence left Don Hutchison with scant support and a near
David Moyes, the Preston manager, said: "We didn't deserve to lose,
certainly not by two goals. We had chances but you have to take the
opportunities. It was only near the end, when we threw caution to the wind,
that Everton managed any clear openings."
His opposite number, Smith, wore the look of a man who had had a nasty
scare. He said: "It was a difficult cup tie. I did say it would be. The
main thing is to get through and we've managed to do that."
Preston carved holes in the Everton defence and midfield throughout the
first half. Jeffers had a tame shot cleared off the line but, against that,
Preston will weigh Gunnlaugsson's profligacy.
The goal, when it did arrive, therefore, was out of the blue and out of
context. Unsworth's left-foot shot, from 25 yards, had Teuvo Moilanen
scrambling in vain at his left-hand post.
Preston's anxiety to salvage a replay inevitably left them exposed to the
counter which Moore supplied in the last minute.