Stamford Bridge, May 13, 2007
As funny as the sight of Carlos Tevez encamped on the bench with all the determination of a Dale Farm occupant was on Tuesday (and incidentally why the surprise/shock? The man is a gobshite whose understanding of English extends as far as “Ladies and Gentleman, flight BA425 to Buenos Aires is now boarding”), it provided a grimly jarring contrast to the sight of James Vaughan being helped from the pitch in distress the previous evening. If there is any justice, the next time a serious injury is being handed out, it won’t be to a player whose career to now has been marred by a frustrating catalogue of injuries and who must be desperate for as much match time as he can get his hands on. As easy as it to dismiss many of the current crop of footballers as self-obsessed irritants, Vaughan’s almost anachronistic all action style and enthusiasm generated a lot of warmth for him amongst the Everton crowd. One of the best aspects of the FA Cup semi final win in 2009 was his return from long-term absence to coolly slot away his penalty, coupled with his post-match celebratory dash across the pitch, mirroring much of what was going on in the stands.
This flowing breakaway goal came on the final day of the season during arguably Vaughan’s best run of form in a blue shirt after he had finally displaced James Beattie in the first team, during a match in which he ragged John Terry, England’s permanently sobbing Lionheart, all over Stamford Bridge. Fingers crossed he starts to get the career he wants.
