Return of the Roo


It’s been over a year since I’ve updated this thing, which dismays me. All summer, I’ve been feeling the itch, as it’s been a big one for my beloved Blues. Things are happening in a most un-Evertonian way: early signings, wads of cash being thrown around the likes of which I have never seen in the fifteen years of my love affair with this club. It’s honestly a little hard to know what to do with it all.

First it was Jordan Pickford coming in for 30 million quid, followed immediately by Davy Klassen, the former Ajax captain, for a further 24 million. Then it’s this kid  Henry Onyekuru, who is sent out on loan immediately to Anderlecht. Then we bring in Michael Keane from Burnley, who was linked with a handful of clubs, including Manchester United. On the same day we sign Sandro from Malaga. The former Barcelona man bagged 16 goals in 30 appearances for the Boquerones last season, and at 22 years of age, he continues to push the average age of the Toffees squad down. In fact, none of the signings to this point are older than 24. There is a hint at long-term squad building, and the quality of all the signings is undoubtable. And we’re not even out of June at this point.

Then we get the one and only Wayne Rooney on a free. Holy shit.

The hoopla this is kicking up is epic. The fact that we’re losing our best striker since Gary Linekar seems to have been lost in the mix here, but with Romelu Lukaku’s transfer to Man U potentially rising to an eye-watering 90 million pounds, there’s optimism around the place that not even his departure can dampen. The fact that the check will be handed right over to Ronald Koeman to carry on his epic overhaul of the squad means that it is more than likely that we can continue to pad out our striking options while still reinforcing other areas of the pitch. I’m elated, giddy, and a little bit freaked out. What happened to our Toffees?

It would appear that Farhad Moshiri means business. When the Anglo-Iranian businessman divested from Arsenal back in February 2016 to fund his purchase of 49% of Everton’s shares, he speedily set about transforming the clubs fortunes. Moshiri signaled his intention to no longer tolerate mediocrity by shipping out Roberto Martinez with three games to go that season, and pursued his top target for the club, Ronald Koeman, quickly and decisively. This was followed up with the appointment of Steve Walsh as director of football, the man largely responsible for assembling Leicester’s surprise Premier League winning squad. The outlay last season came in at about 68 million pounds, largely offset by the sale of John Stones to Manchester City. The impression was Moshiri was here to do something, not just sit back and collect interest on his investment.

Then came the announcement that Everton intended to build a new stadium at Bramley-Moore Docks, an investment that would cost the club 300 million pounds. After the Kirkby and King’s Dock debacles of years past, this is one move that appears properly on the cards, and would signal that the reinvention of Everton as power player in both the Premier League and Europe. While I’ve felt a deep sense of trepidation in the past, these moves have a different feel about them altogether.

It could get more interesting, too. The connection between Moshiri and Alsher Usamov, who owns a 30% stake in Arsenal, has been mentioned extensively in the press. The two have been in business for many years, and Moshiri continues to be a junior shareholder in Usamov’s USM Holdings. It was recently announced that USM Holdings were making a 75 million pound investment in Everton’s Finch Farm training facility. This is not chump change. Then came news in May that Usamov tried and failed in a 1 billion pound bid to wrest Arsenal away from its majority shareholder Stan Kroenke.

One has to wonder whether Usamov is watching what his old Friend is doing at Everton with growing interest. What happens if the Toffees gate-crash the top four this season? Or if they win the Europa League and sneak into the Champions League? Or, a lá Leicester, they somehow win the Prem? A few seasons ago I’d be laughed off the stage with this kind of looney-ass comment, but the Foxes showed everyone that you can just never tell. A one-off, they’ll will say. Lightning never strikes the same place twice, they’ll say.

Until it does.

Wayne Rooney is past it, no question. He’s not the player who burned up the pitches in England and Europe back in the mid-oughts, but he is a winner, and is accustomed to winning. He didn’t come to Everton simply to put up his feet and enjoy the adulation. Everton cleverly published some photos of Rooney with another Gwladys hero, Duncan Ferguson. Those clever enough to draw the line will remember how Big Dunc also left Everton (albeit much against his will) back in the 90’s but came back when he could, and is now heavily involved in the coaching setup there. The great’s come home, they’ll say. They come home to ready the next generation for even greater things, they’ll say.

Stevie G is back home across Stanley Park preparing to take over the reigns at Liverpool FC once he’s acquired the coaching chops and Jürgen Klopp has moved on to bigger things. It would seem that Rooney is following the same path, although he appears very keen to win some silverware for Everton before he hangs up his boots. I’d envisage Big Dunc getting a chance at the Everton hotseat before too long, and I can see Rooney, three to four seasons from now, sitting next to him in an assistant’s role. I can see Rooney managing Everton further down the line. I also believe Moshiri sees the same thing, and this move is as much about reintegrating Rooney into the fabric of Everton’s mythos as having an “inspirational figure” about the place to motivate the young uns.

Which brings us to Ross Barkley. In my previous post last summer, I had kicked around the idea of signing Rooney then as a way to get the most out of Barkley. As the most talked about and hyped player to roll off the assembly line at Everton’s storied academy since Rooney himself, Barkley embodies the hopes of the Blue faithful of a home-grown talent who sticks it out, Stevie G style, with his boyhood club and goes on to lead the Toffees to glories at home and abroad. Even the captain’s armband seemed a few seasons ago to be his birthright when he burst upon the scene during Roberto Martinez’s first season in charge. He appeared to have it all: guile, skill, a brilliant footballing brain, a nose for the killer pass and the goal. And then he stalled in his progress during seasons two and three of the brief Martinez tenure. Last season under Koeman did little to dispel a nagging sense that his kid just didn’t have the bottle for the big time. Then he had the temerity to hold out on signing a massive contract with the club, a move that drew Koeman’s ire and a threat to sell him if he failed to do so before the end of the season. Well, the season is long over and still there’s been no news in that direction, with Koeman making it abundantly clear that he has no intention of letting him go for free, so he is up for sale. The club slapped a 50 million pound price tag on him, which has somewhat dissuaded the likes of Tottenham, who had shown an interest at one point.

There’s been news rumbling ever since the close of last season that Everton are in for Swansea’s Gylfi Sigurdsson, a marvelous player in his own right. Leicester had a 40 million pound bid rejected today, and Swansea have made it clear that he will not be shipped out for less than 50 million quid. This brings up a scenario of a straight-swap between the clubs, if Barkley is indeed intent upon leaving Everton. To my mind, this would be a massive let down. If he is to leave, he should shoot for a big club, such as a Tottenham or a Chelsea. I am loathe to mention these clubs, who have been either taking our players or luring our prospects away year upon year. A move to Swansea, though, wouldn’t even be a sideways move at this point. The Welsh club spent most of last season in relegation trouble. Why switch to that sort of action? Furthermore, it’s not like Sigurdsson is itching to move. He’s settled at his club, why uproot a 28 year old player who isn’t going to improve massively, nor is likely to up our fortunes? What if he arrive jaded to begin with? I don’t see this as good business.

That all being said, Ross Barkley looks like a player struggling to come to terms with the massive expectations with which the Goodison faithful have saddled him. He’s been tarred and feathered by an unkind press, where he was recently portrayed as a boorish, knuckle-dragging buffoon. The last few years have been hard on him, and I honestly don’t think Koeman’s approach did much good for his state of mind. My sincere hope is Rooney’s arrival will deflect some of the glaring light of expectation off of Barkley and give him some room to breathe. I can imagine Rooney has been given the brief to put his arm around the lad’s shoulders and encourage him. My hope is that the words spoken to him once from none other than Stevie G will ring in Barkley’s ears still: stay and be a legend.

When Rooney left back in 2004, Everton were a very different club. They could not compete for the big name signings, they had to plunder the loan market during every transfer window and hope they could dig up a gem from the lower leagues (see Tim Cahill as exhibit A). This, though, is a new day. With the news of Romelu Lukaku’s transfer to United official, this does not have the same stench of Everton still being a selling club. This is more the case of a wantaway player being offloaded for a ridiculous sum in order to reinvest in the future. A future of silverware, European adventures and growth, year upon year.

Welcome home, Wayne. Stay home, Ross.



Leeds I Predict A Riot

Some might have noticed old Davie Moyes was given his marching orders over at Real Sociedad. Full disclosure: I am rather partisan on the topic of Moyes. Many of my fellow and dear Toffeemen (and women) have basically written the ginger Scot off as yesterday’s news, that he was too dour, too conservative, too… well, you get the picture. There hasn’t exactly been a love-in of support for this manager who conjured respectability out of a transfer budget so slim it is a wonder he built any squad whatsoever.

But build he did and over an eleven-year stint. During that time, Everton finished in the bottom half of the league only twice, never sinking lower than eighth, with a fourth place finish and a subsequent qualification to the Champions League thrown in. All on a shoestring. He parlayed the loss of the generation’s greatest English star Wayne Rooney into that fourth place finish. Everton played in the UEFA League and its successor, the Europa League, in three of those seasons, getting as far as the round of 16 one year. It does not look like much on paper but is significant when one considers the outlay of England’s European regulars such as the Mans U and City, Chelski, Hottenham Tottspur and the red mob across Stanley Park.

In short, I believe Moyes was, on the balance, good for Everton. He came in and dealt with things, never one to whine. Was he a bit pragmatic or dour, even? Sure. But he is a very intelligent manager, a footballing realist who believes in himself. You have to have a set to move from a comfortable appointment at a big (if cash strapped) club like Everton (where he could have remained indefinitely) to take on the snarling monstrosity that is Manchester United. After that gig went caput, he did not hang around these shores but chose his next appointment to be in Spain, in Basque country no less, a culture as foreign and insular as could be found in Western Europe.

You can’t say the guy shies away from challenges.

That gig, sadly, did not go so well for the Glaswegian. A failure to adapt, to even settle in enough to find a house (he stayed in a hotel for the entirety of his 364 day stint) or learn the language more than likely contributed to the impression that he never thought he’d last anyway. If he’d managed to produce the results then great. Unfortunately, those antecedents mentioned earlier are usually what will buy you the goodwill (and thus, time) to get the results. His inability to do so is, ultimately, cost him that needed time.

Moyes continues to split opinion wherever he goes, but there are plenty who still wonder what could have been if he been given the chance to really bed down at the Theatre of Dreams. It’s all speculation now, which is great fun but hardly can be used for serious dialogue on the subject. What the record shows is that Moyes can do great things on a limited budget in a club of a certain size (and history) in a place where he can settle in to the culture.

Maybe that’s why there are rumors bubbling up around the hinternets that he is being sized up for the hot seat at Leeds United, should bajillionaire Steve Parkin’s proposed 30 million pound bid go through. So let’s look at a few things here…

Leeds were relegated from the top flight at the end of the 2004 season. They have toiled for the last eleven years in both the Championship and League One. That is quite the plunge for a team that, during the ten years prior to their initial relegation from the Prem, had finished in the top five at total of seven times. The Premier League itself has only been around since 1993. Who won that final season season of its predecessor, League 1, in 1992? Leeds. They won it two years before that too. If you go back further, they reached the final of the old European Cup in 1975, losing to Bayern Munich. There are movies about the club. Kaiser Chiefs are huge fans. This is a massive club, with a large fanbase and storied history.

My guess is they’d be right up Moyes’ alley.

So, what needs to take place for this scenario to come about?

Right off the bat, current owner and tax fugitive Massimo Cellino needs to sell up. This comes much to the delight of Leeds fans and staff alike, the Italian owner being not the most loved figure at the Yorkshire club. His agreement to sell has set the Elland Road phones buzzing with potential suitors, with local businessman and lifelong fan Steve Parkin one name bandied about in the press. Initially, Cellino had offered to sell the club to a fan group, but backed out of that, much to their fury. It will be difficult to predict what can take place until the ink is dry on the sale contract. All bets are off between now and then.

However, if Cellino does indeed sell and if it goes to Parkin, then you would have a serviceable arrangement for the fans, at least in my mind. The similarities here between Leeds and Everton only increase at this point. Like Everton, Leeds would be owned by a lifelong fan who, while very wealthy would not be in the league of, say, Roman Abramovich at Chelsea or the Abu Dhabi group at Man City. Rich, but not rich rich. Parkin’s fortune is estimated at around 190 million pounds. His up-front investment in the club would come in around 30 million, it is said. That is a fair chunk of what he owns. And then comes the fun bit of actually running the club. How would he keep cash-positive?

The article in the Express states that Parkin has floated the possibility of a partnership between himself and Cellino. This is would more than likely not sit well with the fanbase. If assurances are made that the former Catania owner would have no part in the running of the club and would, effectively, be a silent partner, then perhaps it could work.

All of that aside, this would be a decent platform for Moyes to reinvent himself. As alluded to earlier, I am not of the opinion that Moyes is a rubbish manager. I think he was screwed at United. It is an under reported fact that Moyes’ short amount of time at the United helm was adversely impacted by the appointment of Ed Woodward as the club’s CEO. Never having navigated the transfer market at any club, Woodward was given point on negotiating contracts and, as such, United made several disastrous moves during that first transfer window that ultimately came back to haunt Moyes. Had outgoing CEO David Gill stayed at the club one year longer, Moyes could still be standing on the Old Trafford sideline this season.

Moyes’ year in northern Spain must also be taken into context. It was always going to be a big ask for someone who never lived outside of Britain to go to a new country with a radically different culture and be successful. Some will point toward Steve McClaren’s successful spell at FC Twente in Enschede and criticize Moyes for not doing as well. There are similarities in both instances, but there are also some very extreme differences.

Firstly, McClaren’s hard-earned reputation was savagely torpedoed by the fickle and ridiculous English press. It is fair to say that his stint as England manager was extremely poor, but it must also be pointed out that expectations for the Three Lions are not in line with reality. England are not a global powerhouse and have not been for a long time. That McClaren was unable to motivate the troops is not entirely his fault.

McClaren to his show on the road after the England disaster, similar to another former Toon manager, Bobby Robson. He was very clever in taking over Twente because, frankly, no one had ever heard of them before he took them over. They were a smallish club in a league that has produced some significant brands on the European stage (Ajax, PSV Eindhoven) but is largely of interest only to the Dutch. McClaren went there and did very well for himself, winning the Eredivisie in 2010 and making forays into European competition. On the strength of these displays he was hired by Wolfsburg, which didn’t go so well. His return spell at Twente was not as successful as the first time out. His return to management in England came via Derby. he was hired by Newcastle this last summer in what has proven to be a very difficult return to the big time indeed.

McClaren really did fail with England and was subsequently tarred and feathered by the press. Moyes did not suffer such an ignominious public flogging as McClaren and still has his supporters. Secondly, his next job was in what is arguably the world’s most glamorous league. Glamour is different than competitive, though – it is arguable that there is greater competition between teams in Holland than Spain. Aside from the big four of Barcelona, Real Madrid, Valencia and Atletico de Madrid though, there’s not much else going on in the league. The spotlight is much brighter, however, and while McClaren learned to navigate the Dutch league and assimilate the culture, Moyes never really fit in. That has to be on him. In Spain, you speak Spanish. The supremos at Anoeta saw in him real talent and drive, and he without a doubt has both in spades. His failure to adapt to the culture and to ever, really, unpack his bags speaks volumes.

So he’s done the Spain adventure. He’s been at the helm of arguably the world’s biggest club. He’s proven he can lead a former giant like Everton. He has bags of experience at this point. He could be just what the doctor ordered at Elland Road.

He will hope for better than what happened to McClaren at Derby, though. Remember, he got fired from that gig. Sure, he landed on his feet (so to speak) at Newcastle, but he has battled there. What’s to say Moyes will have a better run of it at Leeds?

The answer to all of these things is, at least in part, down to the owner. If the owner is patient and backs his man, there is far more chance of success. Moyes had that at Everton, just as McClaren had it at Middlesbrough and Twente. He did not have it at Wolfsburg. He did not have patient bosses at Derby. He might still pull it off at Newcastle, but everyone knows Mike Ashley is a blithering idiot.

If Steve Parkin takes over the club and behaves more like an owner who truly loves the club (like Everton’s Bill Kenwright or Middlesbrough’s Steve Gibson), then Moyes will be given every opportunity to come right. If Cellino hangs about, then maybe not. Good owners make for good clubs. I hope Leeds gets one who is looking to see the club be great because he or she loves that club, not because of the potential for revenue. I’d say Leeds is the kind of club I’d love to see turning out in the Prem. It will be interesting to follow this story.

The way of all flesh…


As is frequently the case, life has a habit of curtailing one’s passions, unless one’s passions are one’s life. As a father of three, husband and all-around working stiff, my passions, such as they are, often get pushed to the curb until such a time as the pile of it gets so… monumental… well, it gets time to pick up the rubbish and dispose of it.

Not that my passions are rubbish. Far from it.

WHAT a crazy season this has been so far in the Prem! Who would have thought Chelsea would be in the predicament in which they find themselves at this moment. Reports surfaced recently that Jose Mourinho is all out of time at Stamford Bridge, that the powers that be are awaiting until the end of the Stoke match this weekend to give the man the boot. This would have given them the international break to install his successor, a la Liverpool. It has since been reported that Mourinho retains the support of Chelsea’s deep-pocketed owner Roman Abramovich, but we all know how much that is worth these days. Chelski lost that game to Stoke, by the way.

This turn of events beggars belief, but is almost understandable given recent controversy surrounding the Portuguese schemer. Everywhere you look, Mourinho seems to be mentioned for all the wrong reasons: everything from the fallout of the Eva Carneiro fiasco to multiple stadium bans and fines, and even reports of a mutiny in the locker room led by everyone’s favorite sourpuss Cesc Fabregas (both deny the allegations). All signs point toward the Special One suddenly going from flavor of the month to something of a toxic asset. Where did it all go so wrong?

The Daily Mail, using its guise as an investigative news outlet, published this piece about all that has gone wrong old Jose. There are some pieces worth noting, though: Mourinho’s father, Felix, is apparently very ill and on his last legs. Mourinho has gone back and forth to Portugal often this season and one can see that the man is taking strain. One gets the feeling that a few misplaced words at the beginning of the season, coupled with the man’s mountain-sized ego and unwillingness to back down have contributed to what is becoming an untenable situation. I wonder if he had simply admitted he’d overreacted to Carneiro’s coming on the field to tend to Eden Hazard, if he’d defused that situation or, better, controlled his tongue and not said anything at all, whether he’d have a better grip on things right now.

Perhaps the problems started a little earlier, during the transfer window. Mourinho’s very public pursuit of Everton defender John Stones ended in futility, much to his embarrassment. How does a seemingly “small” club (when compared to the London giants) bat back such assiduous pursuit of one of their prize assets? Who do they think they are, Mourinho appeared to imply in his blustering comments. His inability to recruit adequate cover in that department, along with the ill-advised decision to allow Petr Cech to join Arsenal, seem to have called in to question his up-to-now unquestionable transfer nous.

How bad is it right now at Stamford Bridge, really? Does it make any sense in the world to sack a man who not six months ago brought home the Prem title at a canter with this same squad? Football is not the province of sense, reason or good taste, and as such the previous statements ought to be laughed off. This club is owned by none other than Roman Abramovich, a man accustomed to having everything he wants, right now, immediately, always. He went to some lengths to bury to hatchet between himself and Mourinho in order to woo the man back into the fold, and it now appears he may very well unearth it and bury the implement firmly in Jose’s back. It is so not beyond him it’s not funny.

The report on Mourinho’s imminent sacking came from a reliable source, and as such could not be discounted. Whether the latest pronouncement from the Bridge is a temporary stay of execution or a vote of confidence is to be seen. One hopes he hangs around, if for no other reason than the Premier League benefits from having a panto villian such as the Portuguese schemer. Still, Mourinho might have made his situation untenable.

It cannot be overstated that the situation with Eva Carneiro is unacceptable. In this day and age, a public figure of Mourinho’s clout cannot come across as a sexist pig, and there is no question that he did. The Football Association carried out an investigation, but never bothered to contact Ms Carneiro, which only further served to exacerbate the situation. How her input on this whole situation was deemed to be immaterial is truly beyond me, but it has now shown that the sexism is not focused simply on an individual, but is systemic. Carneiro was done very wrong in this sad debacle and goes to show that sexism in sport is not going to go away any time soon.

Mourinho’s inability to dislodge John Stones from Everton may have been the only well-publicized bit of transfer failure that we were made aware of. Chelsea did not reinforce their forward line, and Diego Costa showed that he has a niggle or two in him last season. We were all left to scratch our heads with the move for Colombian Radmael Falcão, who failed rather miserably to re-ignite his career at Manchester United last season. The Blues brought in Pedro from Barcelona for a significant outlay, but he has so far failed to make a real impression. We all know Loic Remy is just a backup. So Chelsea’s front line is, amazingly, in kind of a bad way. Perhaps Pedro was expected to hit the ground running. There have been reports that he is unhappy at the Bridge and wish he’d never left the Nou Camp.

Questions must be asked of Chelsea’s recruitment policy, if one indeed exists. The Blues currently have 32 of their players out on loan. That is not a typo. Chelsea have more out on loan than my beloved Toffees have on their books. While that last statement is not exactly true (it would appear the Toffees have 43 players signed up altogether), it does give one pause when you compare the roster of, say, Everton to Chelsea’s. Clearly, both clubs have increased focus on bringing in younger, unproven talent. It’s just that Chelsea have done on a much grander scale, and have sent the equivalent of a squad and its bench out on loan with a view to, potentially, plowing them back into the team.

Some get away. Everton has benefited from this policy, as has Man City (with Kevin De Bruyne, although via Wolfsburg). These aren’t exactly slouches. It would appear Chelsea’s scattershot style of recruiting young talent with great potential is netting results, but not for them. That is because these kids keep leaving due to annoyance at a perceived lack of chances. How many of this current loan crop will wind up back at the Bridge?

There’s a bit of arrogance in this policy: go out and scoop up as much young, raw talent and if they work out, great. At least the competition didn’t get them. The problem lies in whether they will live to rue the day they sold a world beater to a competitor or if they are unable to recoup some of the outlay. It’s a dangerous thing to spend a rich man’s money. If the results are good, then all is forgiven. If not…

That is probably where this is all going. Whether he’s acting like more of an ass than usual because of his father’s illness is neither here nor there. It is not up for debate whether Mourinho is everyone’s cup of tea; the man clearly divides opinion. If he continues to bring home the bacon, then much of his eccentricity can be written off. If not, then no. The Carneiro incident has proven he can be shockingly tone deaf to the mores of the times, while his spending can always lead to an inquest if the outlay does not net results. Pedro has been, so far, a costly mistake, while Falcão’s wages aren’t exactly bargain basement either. Fabregas was unstoppable last season but has not impressed this one. Nemanja Matic has not been at his best. Of course John Terry is slowing down, it’s why Mourinho chased Stones all summer. Expensive players, expensive contracts.

Still… Mourinho is a fan favorite. He is not going to be shown the door so soon. The recent vote of confidence might only be a stay of execution but really, who better is available? Rumors have circulated for what seems like forever that Abramovich’s deepest wish is to install Pep Guardiola as manager, but the Spanish tactician might be given bumper incentive to stay in Bavaria.

After having gone to such lengths to convince Mourinho to come back to the Bridge, perhaps Abramovich’s best bet is to allow this supposed top manager lead this team out of its rut. That being said, Mourinho could do worse than to polish up his public persona. He has always been a complainer, but this season he has managed to take that to new highs (or lows). As has been noted elsewhere, a bit of humility couldn’t hurt. Results are great, but character is better. I wonder if he has it in him?

Not for all the tea in China…

This summer has proven to be long and anguishing for Evertonians the world over. The “will he, won’t he” transfer saga of one John Stones (to either Chelsea, or now also the Man’s Citteh and United) has dragged on for three months, first with Jose Mourinho’s 20 million pound bid, which was followed two weeks later by one for 25 million, and then another for 30 million. As mentioned, this elevated amount of interest has drawn the two Manchester behemoths into the mix (blood in the water will do that), and it is more and more turning into a matter of not if but when (and to whom) the young former Barnsley academy grad will head up stream to greener pastures.

That Stones is destined to move on to a club larger (and more profitable) than Everton is a forgone conclusion in the minds of many. Manager Roberto Martinez is not one of those, plainly indicating his vision for the player: a center pillar in his plan to build up a new generation of Evertonian greats, future Everton captain, perhaps even the same role for England.

The eyes of the footballing world (or at least England) are on this young man who has had such a meteoric rise from Barnsley’s academy.

And then, just now, we hear that the young man has handed in a transfer request. Many Evertonians will be letting out howls of despair, clenching their teeth in anger and wondering what it’s going to take to be able to hold onto their prized assets.

As a Toffeeman myself, I feel annoyed and somewhat ambivalent. I can understand the boy wants to play for Chelsea. It’s regular Champions League appearances, Premier League titles, yearly runs at the FA Cup… I mean, wouldn’t you? So it’s not a matter of not being able to see it from his side.

To his credit, Stones has not once in the three games he’s played looked like an unsettled player or that his role at Everton is somehow beneath him. No, it has been much the opposite: he has been a model professional, playing extremely well all three times. So this transfer request is simply a young player who, understanding his brand is hot right now, will attempt to leverage the attention being lavished upon him to force through a move to a bigger club. The reasons are good, and beyond those stated above, any promising professional would want to be surrounded by the very best in his chosen field.

It’s not that Stones is in the wrong. It’s just that his request should be utterly ignored, bottom drawered, and he must be made to honor his contract if that is what the owner of it, namely, Everton Football Club, deign necessary.

Football is an odd profession. You have these binding contracts that players sign and are not allowed to simply walk away from. I work a job in a call center. If I get offered a better job with better pay, I put in my two weeks notice and walk away. My employer cannot force me to stay here. But John Stones, as much as he has a right to want to play at a bigger club, has signed a binding contract that he must honor unless the club releases him of that responsibility. The only way that will happen is if they get a silly money offer. But I have a feeling even that won’t be enough.

Odds are pretty good Stones will get his move. But Martinez now needs to make a difficult decision: does he try to put Chelsea over the proverbial barrel and extract a record fee for the youngster? Does he then turn it around to pick up two defensive reinforcements and a few other coveted players? Or does he dig in his heels and say no, not under any circumstances, and just ride this one out with a player who will likely become unsettled and unhappy with the turn of events? Either way, he must act immediately. You get the sense that it is now too late in the day to get adequate cover.

For my money, Stones is too important to the cause. And so, even if he rides the bench for a few weeks, Stones must be made to stay. He will get his move. Just not this window.

Furthermore, Everton must throw down the gauntlet here. There is something to be said about the nakedly provocative nature of Chelsea’s pursuit of the youngster. Comments by Mourinho, Chelsea captain John Terry and backline partner Gary Cahill cannot be seen as anything other than tapping a player up through the press. The London aristocrats should be made pay for their impudence by not only missing out on their number one summer target, but be made to watch their coveted prize sold to another club. Everton should make arrangements for Stones to be offered to the likes of Manchester United or even a club on the continent, such as Bayern Munich. You get the sense Stones would profit greatly (as would the Three Lions) from having played in Spain or Germany. At this stage, with so few cards to play, Everton must not sell Stones to Chelsea merely on principle.

that last bit there is a bit of my own spleen-venting. I’d rather loan him to Liverpool at this stage. Chelsea can go spontaneously explode for all I care.

Not that this is going to happen. The most likely scenario is Mourinho and Co. will come back with 32 million quid and a smug grin, and a deal will be hammered out. Chelsea will be in Goodison on 12 September, the first game back after the international break, and you can expect a mutinous atmosphere at the Old Lady. If I were Mourinho, I’d pick up a nasty cold or something and simply not show, so hot will the hatred be in the place for him. Stones would be advised to stay in London. And it will be an ugly, card-littered affair.

Even if the Toffees prevail in holding on to their star defender, you get the sense that Chelsea’s next turnout at Goodison will be an acrimonious one. If they lose him… it will color their meetings for years. David Moyes took immense personal satisfaction in beating Manchester City in the years following their successful luring of centerback Joleon Lescott. You get the sense that dynamic would be present again.

Martinez has spoken of his desire to build a team, and is recruiting younger players to do just that. There were six players on the pitch under the age of 22 in the last two games, and you get the sense Martinez has been prioritizing youth in this transfer window. At 21, Stones is central to his plans. As Everton’s legendary ‘keeper Neville Southall recently stated, what sort of message would selling Stones send out to the other young players in the team?

It’s a fair point. Here’s a counterpoint: holding onto Stones for the sake of it might be a bit of hubris.

I think, in the balance, it’s important that Everton hang onto Stones for this window and then reward him with improved terms on his contract. He has proven that he can be a professional and do the job even when his head’s been turned. He’s young, he can hang in for another year or two. It’s no train smash in his career if he stays a bit longer as he is so young now.

His very youth might be a card to play in this particular game. As good as he is, he he has a lot about his game to improve and he will have a greater chance to do so playing regularly every week. While Terry has seen his performances questioned in his last two outings (substituted in one and red-carded in the other), there is no guarantee that the old soldier is going to roll over and allow a callow youngster such as Stones to usurp his spot in the starting eleven. The far more likely scenario is Stones will find himself on the bench for the remainder of this season. That would likely mean he would have to prove his worth all over again to England manager Roy Hodgson, who will not select him if he is not playing.

If Stones has already thought this one through and he is insistent enough, then perhaps Martinez will have to just accept the inevitable. But the carrot of a starting berth in the Three Lions in next summer’s Euros and the promise of a move in the next summer transfer window could just be enough to keep the young man put, for now. Here’s hoping he stays…

Winners and losers… Week 1 of the Prem

At long last, the arduous wait is over and the new season has started. Week 1 provided it’s share of surprises, especially if you’re a Gooner. Much has been made of Arsene Wenger’s men, and I’ve got them winning the league, but not on the evidence of this performance. With over 62% of the possession, it’s not as though the Arse didn’t have a chance to set up the goal. Thirteen shots with six on target and five corners… the North London club had their chances. Wenger puts the loss down to defensive lapses, and indeed, the Hammers ensured their defense held firm to hit the Gunners on the break, and so the backline that gives is the backline that gets blamed. Petr Cech was at fault for the first goal, but then his central defense crapped the proverbial bed. It had poor Arsene with head in hands.

Manchester United got out of the gate with a win but failed to look convincing in it. Chelsea endured  a torrid opening day drawing 2 -2 with Swansea and seeing ‘keeper Thibaut Courtois sent off for a last-ditch challenge on Bafetimbi Gomis. While Mourinho struggles to add players to his ranks this year, it was Swansea new boy Andre Ayew who made himself at home, notching the first of his new club’s goals on the afternoon. He’s not the only Swans newcomer making his mark, with Jefferson Montero earning man of the match plaudits. While “only” a draw, you have to seriously consider the South Wales club as a serious top-eight contender (even if I have them finishing at 11th…)

As for other big clubs… the ‘Pool squeaked out a victory on some last-minute magic from Brazilian midfield schemer Filipe Countinho, a real screamer of a shot. As for the other half of Merseyside, an uninspiriting and probably underserved draw for the Toffees, as they held of the challenge to Premier League newcomers Watford. Quique Sanchez Flores’ newly assembled group of mercenaries professionals put in a creditable display and, on the balance, might be a bit more to handle than once thought. The only positives to take from the match for the Toffeemen will be the menacing form of Ross Barkley. If the Blue half of the Mersey are to perform this year, he will need to be at his best.

This weekend did produce one goalfest, in the shape of Leicester’s four goal drubbing on Sunderland. A brace from midfield maestro Riyad Mahrez and one each for Jamie Vardy and Marc Albrighton (all of them, incidentally, scored before the 60th, with Sunderland pinging two consolations in the 66 and 70th minutes), it was a comfortable display. Black Cats manager Dick Advocaat brought in defensive reinforcements in the last two months and it does not appear, on the evidence, that it made any impact. The eye catching stat here is 15 shots by the Foxes against just nine from the Black Cats, six corners to Leicester, who, incidentally, had the lesser of possession with 44%. That is impressive. Goes to show that Ranieri’s boys know what to do with the ball even if they don’t have it most of the time. The Barcodes took on Southampton on Saturday, which ended in a 2 – 2 draw.

Other results saw Villa edge Bournemouth in their home opener. The Cherries had a number of chances but were unable to capitalize, which proved costly when Rudy Gestede came off the bench to net for the visitors. Other newcomers Norwich got a cold welcome back to the top flight with a 3-1 beating handed to them by Crystal Palace.

In all, an exciting first weekend. Man City have West Brom as their opener on Monday afternoon, and we will be well and truly underway. The Prem is back, kids!