Woke up this morning with Everton vs Leicester on my mind. Grabbed my laptop before coffee even brewed, opened five tabs at once like some mad scientist. Felt the buzz already – proper Premier League clash this.
The Early Struggles
Started scribbling notes while scarfing down toast. Everton’s home form? Piss poor. Like, one win in ten matches bad. Kept muttering “how’s that even possible?” to my cat. Checked injury lists next – felt like kicking the trash bin when I saw Coleman’s hamstring gone again.
Midday Madness
Planted myself at the kitchen table around noon, cold coffee beside me. Dug into Leicester stats until my eyes crossed. Maddison’s pass completion made me whistle. Vardy’s goals against Everton? Pure nightmare fuel for Toffees fans.
Comparison that hurt my head:
- Everton creating chances but finishing like blindfolded toddlers
- Leicester’s midfield running circles lately
- Dyche’s tactics looking predictable as sunrise
- Leicester’s defense still leaksy as a busted faucet
Paced around the room when I checked the league table. Both teams desperate – Everton drowning, Leicester barely treading water. That pressure changes everything.
The Final Prediction Gamble
Sat staring at my scribbles at 3PM. Heart said Everton needed this win more. Brain screamed Leicester’s counter-attacks would murder them. Remembered that blunder Pickford made last week and groaned.
Finally threw my pen down shouting “RIGHT”. Called it:
Everton 1 – 1 Leicester
Painful draw where both teams screw it up. Typical relegation scrap nonsense. Probably end with fans booing and managers snapping at reporters.
Posted my prediction feeling like I’d run a marathon. What do I know anyway? Seen enough footy to know surprises bite you in the arse. Just gotta pray my logic holds this time.