It’s here. The biggest game in Everton’s recent history. Six gruelling matches have passed and now we are within touching distance of the Capital One Cup. But I knew long ago that we would face United at a crucial point in our season; it had to happen. Both sides have had their fair share of scares during their respective cup runs. So many questions need answering: can Moyes continue Sir Alex’s trend of winning trophies? Has Marouane Fellani got what it takes to be a regular at Manchester United? Can Joel Moore do what his predecessor, David Moyes, never did and deliver silverware? Will it be third time lucky at Wembley for Everton (following defeats against Chelsea and Liverpool)?
Capital One Cup round Everton Manchester United
Second Round Peterborough 1-3 Everton NOT ENTERED YET
Third Round Everton 1-0 Aston Villa Manchester United 1-0 Swansea
Fourth Round Everton 1-1 vs Southampton Sunderland 0-1 Manchester United
(won 8-7 on penalties)
Quarter-Final Everton 2-1 Chelsea Bournemouth 1-3 Manchester United
Semi-Final First Leg Everton 3-1 Cardiff Arsenal 2-0 Manchester United
Semi-Final Second Leg Cardiff 1(2)-0(3)Everton Manchester United 4-0 Arsenal
Final Everton ?-? Manchester United
There are so many links between the two clubs, from the obvious ones such as David Moyes, to the less obvious ones, like Michael Keane and Jesse Lingard. Will any of the former players make themselves heroes or villains against their old sides?
Everton Manchester United
Tim Howard David Moyes
Michael Keane Steve Round (assistant manager)
Jesse Lingard Marouane Fellani
Phil Neville
Wayne Rooney
So the big day is here. My crucial team selection is made. With Gareth Barry only fit enough for the bench, I am left thinking who should replace James McCarthy in central midfield as he fills the ‘Barry role’. I reluctantly decide that, with Leon Osman also missing, Ross Barkley should fill that role. I am reminded how important determination is, and for that reason alone Steven Naismith is put straight into the hole. Other than that the selection was easy. The teams are as follows:
The programme photo shoots are done, pre-match interviews completed, the mascots for both teams have been chosen, tickets have sold out, the special edition shirts with cup final embroidery are ironed and hung up, the merchandise sales are in full flow as fans seemingly compete to look as tacky as they can, the stands are filling up as the club anthems are played, the warm ups are started and finished swiftly, the motivational speeches from iconic figures played via YouTube (Al Pacino’s in Any Given Sunday is a personal favourite), motivational songs (such as Lose Yourself, 300 Violin Orchestra and We Will Rock You) are now known off by heart by the players, and my emotional speech about ‘doing it for friends, family and doubters’ brings tears to everyone’s eyes (hopefully!) This is it now. All of this will mean very little if the players aren’t up for it. There are 22 men stood silently in the tunnel. The call from the referee is made and the long walk towards the hallowed turf begins. The two teams are greeted with a deafening sound as the two sets of fans compete to be the loudest. It’s at this point where it really hits home how much this means to the fans. The pre-match handshakes are quick and half-hearted as the players prepare themselves for one of the biggest matches in their careers. From now on my powers are limited, the fans’ noise can only do so much; it’s down to the players to perform on the biggest stage in world football. The referee dares to start the game: this is it. It begins.
I will not spoil the result for you, but instead will run through a brief description as to how the match went.
The first few seconds are explosive. United kick off and immediately press. ‘Please don’t concede early’ I pray. A poor pass from Juan Mata gifts the ball to Will Hughes on the edge of the box and our first touch is welcomed with a rousing cheer. He couldn’t quite release Naismith but no worry; no early goal conceded. Van Persie has a shot blocked and Juan Mata’s poor effort should have turned into a cross for Antonio Valencia, but he was a split-second late and could only put the ball into the side-netting, with the goal gaping. A massive let-off inside the first ten minutes, and it’s all United at the moment. We take our time to stifle their attack and we decide to try and control the game, rather than going all-out. And with that comes our first chance. Will Hughes, such a determined and passionate individual, sends Steven Naismith through. From this comes an anxious wait as he sprints toward goal, loads the barrel and pulls the trigger! But guess who gets back to block? Thanks Marouane. He immediately puts the ball into touch. Within seconds he is booked for a foul. That’s interesting; maybe we can take advantage of that…
We don’t need to. Juan Mata is sent down the line, but his torrid afternoon continues as a poor clearance is cleared by Phil Jagielka, and his header arrives to the feet of Steven Naismith, who gathers his thoughts twenty yards from our goal, but the red mist arrives and Fellani hacks him down and we all know what follows. Howard Webb remains calm and dismisses him for a second bookable offence. Game on. United down to ten men at Wembley inside 20 minutes. To make it even better it’s the former Toffee. ‘Cheerio! Cheerio! Cheerio!’ is heard coming from one half of Wembley, the other half drops into a stunned silence. But still I tell the lads to play at the same tempo. Nothing has changed yet.
The next piece of action come is the 40th minute. Some good passing from our defensive and midfield six culminates in a shocking pass from Sylvian Distin, who gave the ball straight to Alexander Büttner, whose attempted through ball was cleared by Distin to Will Hughes. The blonde-haired midfield maestro sent a majestic through ball to Romelu Lukaku. This is the one! Go on son! AAARGHHHH! Straight at De Gea! Rafael heads behind for a corner! Lukaku looks stunned, and rightly so: he has to score that! The corner is taken quickly in front of the Manchester United fans. Baines sends it hard and low to JAGIELKA!! HE HITS THE POST!!!!!! The rebound his played back out to Baines, but his second cross is plucked out of the air by De Gea. Those of the Red contingent can breathe again, we are desperately unlucky!!!
The final piece of first-half action comes from Juan Mata, who flashes a shot over the bar. Half-time. A very good half from us. We composed ourselves after a shaky start and slowly but surely seized control. I think we are in the driving seat against the ten men. Our front two are really struggling though, and that may need addressing.
United make two changes: Nani and Michael Carrick on for Antonio Valencia and Tom Cleverley. Second half begins, but Seamus Coleman picks up a knock. I take a BIG risk and keep him on. Nani also gets injured, but he cannot play on. He spent two minutes on the pitch before being replaced by Danny Welbeck. That’s all of United’s changes, maybe another sign this might be our day? Soon after we create another chance, Seamus Coleman’s throw-in was only cleared to Ross Barkley, who finds NAISMITH!! WHAT A SAVE BY DE GEA!!! STUNNING SAVE! Naismith received the ball fifteen yard from goal, but his rasping goal-bound piledriver is parried over the bar by the Spaniard. It’s coming, surely? The corner is only partially cleared to Coleman!!!! Another fine stop, but this time it’s held by De Gea. We are dominating now!!!!
In a rip-roaring five minutes Danny Welbeck is denied by a block, Seamus Coleman fired just over and Leighton Baines is denied by a fine block from Rafael. I then withdraw the disappointing Lukaku and replace him with Steven Piennar, who drops into central midfield and allows Ross Barkley to return to his attacking midfield role. Steven Naismith then moves into the lone striker role, in an attempt to add something different.
With twelve minutes of normal time remaining, we survive a MAJOR scare! Danny Welbeck’s cross falls to ROBIN VAN PERSIE!! DISTIN BLOCKS! VAN PERSIE AGAIN!!! JAGIELKA BLOCKS AND DISTIN CLEARS OFF THE LINE!!!
Phew!! Do NOT concede now! Unfortunately we lose Barkley to injury, and he is replaced by Gareth Barry. James McCarthy steps into the central midfield position and Steven Piennar takes Ross’ place in the attacking midfield position. Immediately Mata sends a speculative shot well over and extra time arrives. I say ‘come on lads! Half an hour to go! You’ve got this, just keep going!’
Unfortunately there is no action in the first half of extra time. Fifteen minutes. This is all it comes down to. I bring Coleman off, as he is still carrying that knock, and he is replaced by John Stones. ‘Please don’t mess up’, I think to myself.
NO! NO, NO, NO!!! JOHN STONES NO! HE HEADS INTO HIS OWN NET! BUT HAS HE??? NO! HE DOESN’T, IT DOESN’T COUNT!!!!!!!!! A push from Robin Van Persie is spotted and the own-goal is ruled out. We survive our biggest scare yet!!!
No further action. Yep, you guessed it. The inevitable happens. A penalty shoot-out. The final will be decided from the penalty spot. The coin toss is done. We will take second with the goal in front of the United fans being chosen. A disadvantage? I don’t know. One key fact in our favour that springs to mind is that we have a 100% penalty conversion rate this season, including a perfect shoot-out against Southampton earlier on in the competition. I sort my takers out, and Phil Jagielka, my captain, will take the potentially-decisive fifth spot-kick.
First penalty, Juan Mata to take it. A slow run-up, BUT IT’S SAVED BY HOWARD!!! STRAIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE, A SHOCKING PENALTY, AND NOW WE HAVE THE CHANCE TO GO AHEAD!
Leighton Baines first up for us, a quick run-up, and he SCORES! Right into the bottom corner! 1-0!
Next it’s Michael Carrick, and confidently he sends Howard the wrong way, 1-1…
Steven Naismith for us, a speedy run up and he SCORES……just! Into the bottom corner, a few inches away from De Gea’s dive! 2-1 to us now!
Robin Van Persie is up next, and he repeats Naismith’s penalty, into the opposite corner, with Howard so close to saving it! 2-2
My third taker is John Stones. No pressure youngster, you’re only taking a penalty in a cup final in front of 90,000 fans. He composes himself, and SCORES!! Into the bottom right-hand corner, just out of De Gea’s reach! Carbon copy of Naismith’s penalty! 3-2!
Phil Jones now for United. He runs up, but Tim Howard takes a step to his right before he shoots. Jones shoots that way, but it is JUST out of the American’s reach! 3-3 now
Gareth Barry is next, against his parent club’s fierce rivals. He is still injured, so can barely run. He jogs up INCREDIBLY slowly, close to a walk, but sends De Gea the wrong way! 4-3 to me now! One more penalty each now, Alex Büttner for United and Jagielka for us. I can almost feel that trophy, the nerves are incredible!
So Büttner is up next. He must score or we win. He steps up, albeit looking unconfident, before firing the ball into the right-hand side of the goal. It wasn’t a brilliant penalty, but Howard somehow didn’t reach it despite going the right way. So United have done their bit. They have done all they can to keep up with our free-scoring side during this shoot-out following a shocking Mata penalty at the start. But now it is down to us. The shootout has panned out as I expected, in a roundabout way. I knew the fifth penalty would have meaning, and that it would play a vital part in deciding the winner of the tournament. In line with his responsibilities, skipper Phil Jagielka now has to accept all of the pressure from the fans, board, coaching staff and, most importantly, his team-mates. He can be a hero or a villain. This one kick could give him hero status at Everton, or it could spell the end for the centre-back.
His long walk to the penalty spot was slow and thoughtful. He reached the area and was met by the deadly eyes of David De Gea, who could also become a club legend in the next thirty seconds. He placed the ball down and went through his motions, possibly thinking about which types of penalties had been successful or unsuccessful in the week’s training. This was it. The buzz in the local area, the media focus going into this game, the passionate interviews and speeches, all of it. The meaning and worth of all of this could be decided by the next touch of the ball. For the first time since it opened its gates earlier in the day, Wembley fell silent. Silent prayers were made by all. Jagielka took his strides backwards, assessed his options for one final time, ran up to the ball, hit it with his right foot, AND SSSSSCCCCCOOOOORRRRREEEEEDDDDD!!!!!!!!!! GGGGGOOOOOAAAAALLLLL!!!!! GGOOAALL GGOOAALL GGOOAALL!!!!!! HE’S DONE IT!!!!! PHIL JAGIELKA WINS THE CAPITAL ONE CUP FOR EVERTON!!!!!!! ASTONISHING, INCREDIBLE, AWESOME, FANTASTIC, BRILLIANT!!!!! Ross Barkley falls to his knees in tears, tears of happiness! Tim Howard turns and jumps to the Everton fans behind him! Jagielka races towards the corner flag, chased by the rest of the squad, substitutes included! My coaching staff and I race onto the pitch, embracing one another! Somehow my physio finds himself celebrating in the far corner with the team! Unbelievable! The Everton end of Wembley jumps and chants as one, as the United end empties in seconds! Their side stand hands on hips on halfway! Needless to say this is the best moment in my managerial career!
After things have calmed down, and the United players have received runners-up medals, our players begin their climb up the famous Wembley steps. Donning scarfs, hats and special shirts, we receive our medals and the real prize: this little beauty.
As Jagielka and the injured Leon Osman lift the Capital One Cup, our fans erupt in noise once again. We return to the hallowed turf and complete a lap of honour. Still it hasn’t sunk in! All post-match activities are completed and we venture home. Best day of my career.
Key Performer- Not really surprising, but my choice is Phil Jagielka. In Robin Van Persie, United have the league’s top scorer, but my England international defender marked him out of the game. He capped a determined, fierce performance with the match-winning penalty. He stood up and took charge when it mattered. A true captain’s performance from a true Everton legend.