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Robson in the rain: Goodison Park, September 1981

Onwards and upwards.  Well, onwards, at least.  After the twin joys of losing to a Newcastle team who looked like they'd been dragged straight out of a Jarrow boozer and scraping past a makeshift League One side after two hundred and ten minutes of football and some dodgy penalties, our reward is yet another road trip - the third of four in a row - to Everton, who happen to have won their last three matches 3-0.

For those who do not wish to know the result, look away now.

I'm not expecting much from this; only hoping that any defeat will at least come cushioned by an attempt to play better football than we have been for the last month.  It wasn't particularly edifying to see Foster and Olsson exchanging words on the pitch on Wednesday night, and my real fear is that there's a rot setting in which runs deep through the dressing room.  Having a decent go at Everton would, you'd hope, at least be a boost to the team's confidence.  They might end up needing it, and more besides.