Sham or shame?

The biggest danger we are in at the moment is believing our own publicity. We are all told that Tim Cahill has travelled 10,000 miles to play at Everton. Well it certainly showed last night - he looked mentally and physically shattered. Captain? Midfield player? I don't think so.
A semi-buzz went round the ground that Jo was coming on. So what? How many times did he fall over? How many times did he face their goal?
Again, Fellaini flatters to deceive. He looked competent in the first half but his only deceptive qualities are that he is slower than you think.
And the callers on the way home who couldn't wait for "our backbone" Phil Neville to return are as deluded as those thinking we weren't turned over by a team playing football the old Everton way. If Baines, Rodwell, Howard and the foot of the post hadn't been there, we'd have suffered another 5-0 defeat. Imagine if this had been a knock out match!!!!!!

But for me the shameful part of the night wasn't Bilyaletdinov's (Diniyar know what yer doin' lad?) appalling lack of common sense in passing (????!!!) up a great free kick opportunity right on the edge of the box, or the sight of Leighton Baines running the full width of the pitch in order to stop Tony Hibbert taking a free kick. No, it was at half-time. The idiot who is in charge of half-time announcements had to fade out a heart-felt appeal for Madeleine McCann because he hadn't the sense to work out the timings. I would have been distraught to hear the words suddenly disappear and the images quickly replaced by the half-time scores. It sounds a petty comment to make, but I thought it spoke volumes: we believe our own worthless publicity and can't even put across a message that has some merit.