The last meseyside derby in Goodison Park obtained the wonderful final of such a deserved historical rivalry. With a James Tarkowski howbils the 2-2 game om the dying minutes, the triumphs of the title songs through the Stanley Park were silenced. The roar in the final beep would make you think that Everton was winning it. You could barely blame them.
It would have been so cruel if Everton said goodbye to Liverpool in this way. David Moyes’ men were brilliant. Their aggression and energy scared the leaders of the Premier League as nobody else this season. Even Mohamed Salah at his best could only do much, his goal and his help not enough to silence this great land. A piece of almighty scored by red cards at the end denies the friendly Derby label. It will not be the decisive moment of the farewell of Goodison Park. Tarkowski’s thunder volley is one for history books. Bramley Moore will surely never sound like Goodison did tonight, long before that equalizer 99 minutes.
He roared for his bustling faithful, Everton was so willing to do it. They flew to each duel, pursued every ball, knowing that a Tackle, a header, even a crunchy duel would see them celebrated in the beams. No one seemed as ready for the occasion as Beto, chasing the ball in the channels, without letting Ibrahima Konate and Virgil van Dijk settle.
When he needed to show a little more composure, he delivered duly. The nice free kick by Jarrad Branthwaite from inside Everton perforated the space behind Liverpool high line. Beto had judged his career perfectly to sneak behind Van Dijk instead of hitting immediately, he let the ball surround him and closer to Alisson, sliding home with his strongest right foot before the Liverpool goalkeeper could reach him .
Maybe Everton was taken. Five minutes after hitting his first game, the first career passage of the hosts arrived, a cavlacade of errors on the side that began with the defenders leaving Salah on the right flank, giving him space to look up and choose a man For your cross. Beto had not followed Mac Allister’s career. Neither Branthwaite nor James Tarkowski picked up his man, whose movement with the back of his head should really have been trapped by Jordan Pickford, who for some reason chose not to stretch his arms.
Although they had their support point that Liverpool fought to control a game that was played in the fashion of Everton. Lofts on the channel, second balls, full -blooded cups: those were the order of the day. Abdouye Doucoure and Beto were threats, even when Ndiaye was forced to move away with what seemed to be a knee injury, there were no losses in the danger of David Moyes’s side. They continued asking the defense of Liverpool, drawing offenses. Conor Bradley, on a yellow card, was lucky that Michael Oliver chose not to interfere when he committed a foul to Doucure.
It was not the only moment, the fine margins favored Liverpool. Branthwaite thought he had won him when Everton won two headers in a corner, but Jake O’Brien had been off when he got up on Konate. Jack Harrison scratched a right shot to the width of the distant post. When Scrapy’s second goal arrived, it was at the other end. Tarkowski did not clarify a cross, but the impressive Branthwaite got in the path of Curtis Jones in the rebound. Of course, I could not control where deviation could fall, only his fate was for Salah.
That seemed to be that. This has been an unpleasant rivalry for most of the last 30 years. He felt cruelly appropriate for recent history to be reflected with the 42nd victory of the Liverpool derby in Goodison Park, taking them an online of their hosts. But this was not one of those modern disinfected derbies where the red side always seems to find a way. This was completely more blood and thunder. Everton would not be suffocated. One last cross thrown into the blender. Konate was convinced that he had been pushed by Beto. He had not done so and the vitality cross of Mykolenko found Tarkowski in the back post. I could try to replicate that for another 133 years, I would never hit him so sweetly.
Liverpool was incandescent. Both Jones and Arne Slot saw red later. The heads were gone. Could this, after its output of the FA Cup at the hands of Plymouth, be the first sign of a bamboleo of the League leaders? If so, that could be the only thing that could make this night sweeter for the Evertonians. Even if not, those who were at the end of Gwladys street tonight will never forget how Tarkowski delivered the perfect end to a derby that will be located there with any of the 119 in Goodison.
