Everton

What Everton's win over Newcastle lacked in quality, it made up for in sheer unbridled energy, and the Toffees might just have saved their season. In the Europa League, Leicester and West Ham go marching on. And we have questions about Gareth Southgate's ...

A little more nous from Newcastle in the first half, a little more luck in the second, and all that energy could have come out as booing instead of delirious screaming. Obviously we can't say for certain that this was all down to the return of Wesley Fofana, but we're going to assume so until somebody proves otherwise. And so the Warm-Up would like to formally thank West Ham and Sevilla for taking their game to extra-time, meaning we actually got to watch some of it after Everton-Newcastle ran long. It becomes a rolling stream of events, all related by the competition but all taking place in different locations, with different people wearing different coloured shirts. But they've kept the crowd, and they've stopped the slide, and they've finally conjured something — a feeling, an energy, a have-that-the-lot-of-you triumph — for Frank Lampard to work with. Was this the most important game of the season? 10 years ago that tackle would have earned him a booking; 20 years ago, the referee would have given him a firm handshake and a word of congratulation. Very possibly, at least at this end of the table. This one crackled with nervous energy, as the crowd roared and seethed and howled and the referee whistled and whistled and whistled. Goodison Park wound itself up and wound itself up further and then, in the one thousandth minute of injury time, Alex Iwobi and Dominic Calvert-Lewin remembered that they were very good footballers and produced three perfect seconds of football, and the place went off like a jubilant volcano. Do you like to see well-organised teams tussling with one another, do you like to see the very best players playing at the top of their ability, do you like to see thrilling attacking, stout defending, brain and body working as one? Sometimes, a game that remains goalless for an hour or so can be described as "one for the purists". This was one for nobody at all.