Saturday 18 October 1969
Coventry 4 (Hunt 12, 81, Clements 37, Carr 46)
by Antrobus Caruthers-Spittle
Oh, woe betide Evertonians for the truth has been laid bare. Your club are surely in trouble. Witnessing them today, they were woeful, a shadow of a team, lacking leaders, spontaneity, bravado, dare I say it, courage. They are team in fear of a spherical inanimate object that flies by them every Saturday afternoon. A team that speculation encouraged would be challenging for the first division title, that speculation has now swung the opposite way – the gorge of relegation is now seriously facing them.
Everton were appalling, their confidence has deserted them. They are a team who are afraid to play. The statistics don’t lie as it was their seventh consecutive loss. You might argue teams go through unlucky spells, full of bad luck or loss of confidence. But hear me now, all you bedeviled believers of such theories. The Everton of today lost, nay, were demolished by a team who hadn’t won in 13 league matches – a team in such a free fall that their noses are already broken by the fall and the rest of their bodies are closing in on the fateful fall.
And Everton convincingly lost to them. What more is to be said? I can wax lyrically about the great goals by Hunt, the end result of great moments of Coventry passing interplay that left their fans surprised and aghast that their team could perform such skillful wizardry. But when you are playing against a ghost of a team, it means little. Time will tell whether the talent in the Everton team, can dig themselves from this grave they have scratched themselves into. For Coventry, November will prove if they’ve turned the corner and their recovery is real.