, Neville, Jagielka, Distin, Baines, Coleman, Rodwell, Fellaini, Pienaar (Bilyaletdinov), Cahill, Saha (Beckford)
Someone once said, it's a funny old game, and this season's Premiership certainly is.
The Blues fresh from being thumped at home by newly promoted West Brom last weekend headed off darn sarf to face Champions Chelski who had returning to their ranks John Terry and that Essien bloke, bloody marvellous.
If I am honest I did not share Sausage's optimism of a draw on Lavo's Best Bet, I really did fear the worse. News that Jags was doubtful added to my gloom, but an hour before kick off we heard that he had made it, and he faced up alongside the returning Screech and Cap e Tan Phil.
Moyesy went with Rodders and Screech in the midfield, as he dropped Hibbo, Jonny and Big Vic from last week's shameful display at home. Seamus was back on the right hand side, Mikky as we know sat it out, Louis started up front.
The early signs were bad as Chelski dominated, and it was not long until their pressure nearly paid off when Terry lobbed against the bar. We were rattled and I thought that the home sides poor form of late was about to change especially when Cap e Tan Phil sent a suicide ball to his keeper Tim Howard. The ball never looked like making it, and as the ex shite player Anelka seized on it, Tim in the Everton sticks had no option but to bring the French moaning tart down.
If we are honest Tim was lucky not to get a straight red from referee Lee Prostrate, but he escaped with a yellow. We still paid the price though as Drogba blasted his penalty into the back of the net, 1-0, oh shite.
Now after last week's poor display Moyesy asked his players to stand up and be counted. At the final whistle yesterday he can have no complaints, as the draw we battled back for could and maybe should with a bit more luck have been a win.
The midfield worked well. Bainsey was a constant terror down the left flank, and if you would have said the England left back was playing yesterday, you would have thought Bainsey and not Cheryl's ex, the philandering Cashley wore the country's number three shirt.
Moyesy brought the once again ineffectual Louis off for much maligned of late Jermaine Beckford ten minutes into the second period, a decision that turned out to be a match saver for us.
It was Bainsey who once again tore down the left side and this time set up Jack the Lad whose header was only kept out by the post and the spin of the ball, to keep Cech's goal intact.
Cech who was knocked unconscious a few seasons back and still wears his crash hat as a consequence went down brave at Tiny Tim's feet. There was no malice intended as Cech got hurt in the melee, but that other philandering turd and top class hypocrite John Terry thought differently and had a pop at Tiny Tim. Now what I loved at this point was our Seamus who went steaming into Terry to tell him to butt out, you will do for me Seamus lad, as my old Manager used to say to us when we played in the Kirkby League, one out, all out.
Everton carried on pressing, and Bainsey once again threw another perfect cross into the mix. Tiny headed onto Becks to who himself headed past Cech to grab Everton's equaliser, and it is no more than we deserved.
Now last week Becks came off the pitch with his head in his hands after missing a host of chances which may have seen a different result against the Baggies. This week Becks came off the pitch to a heroes reception, and rightly so. Well played son, keep plugging away, and if it is any consolation, you have double the amount of goals in the Prem than Louis and The Yak put together, with probably half the game time, think about it.
It ended up one all, and Moyesy cry to stand up and be counted was heard by all, well nearly all. The Blues deserve a lot of credit today. We knock them and rightly so when they are shite, so let's applaud them when they do the business for us.
Nuts, Jack the Lad and Buzz all did well, but one man in Blue (well Vanilla) stood head and shoulders above them all. Starman was Leighton Baines, by a street.
With the madness of Christmas about to descend on us let's hope with home games against Wigan and Brum that by the turn of the New Years we are sat in a much healthier position than we are now.
Well played lads, credit where credit is due.
