A madness that seems to come from a different plane entirely, a madness of ley lines and dark secrets, a madness willed and manifested into being, a madness you can’t feed into a supercomputer.
And what a moment this was for Beto, a striker long since written off as a £26m disappointment and yet who, when presented with a clear sight of goal, doesn’t lash, doesn’t snatch, gets his feet right and takes every last microsecond available to him.
Tarkowski’s goal against Liverpool didn’t undo the mistakes of the past but Goodison sure embraced the madness.
A clear emotional tenor, a wall of noise that stretched right back into the darkest recesses of the Bullens Road Lower, those seats where the ball disappears when it goes in the air, and whose occupants thus missed about 85% of the Sean Dyche era.
Certainly it would have felt truer to where Everton and Liverpool are right now, at the start of 2025, a park and an ocean between them.
