
José Mourinho once sneered that matches of this nature produced a “hockey score”. The implication was simple. If you want a game with such an absurd see-saw scoreline, with such disrespect for the fine art of stubborn defending, then go and watch another sport.
This was football, but not as Mourinho ever designed it here. The presence of one makeshift back four, and another neurotic, error-strewn defence, made for a contest that was far more open than it should have been. Once upon a time, the classy finishing of Didier Drogba and Nicolas Anelka would have been more than enough to ensure a comfortable three points. But the vulnerability of Chelsea’s leaky rearguard presented Everton with gift after gift. Parking a bus? This was more like a clapped out old Metro in front of each goal.
Carlo Ancelotti’s team have now conceded 10 in their past four games, a sequence that included defeat at Blackburn and Manchester City, and draws against Apoel and an injury-ravaged Everton. On this evidence, they could not even catch swine flu in the air.
The opening goal was a sign of their weakness. Even though Chelsea are not in the business of conceding goals at home in the league – the previous one came on the opening day of the season more than 10 hours previously – when Everton took an 11th-minute lead, the decisive blow was delivered by Chelsea themselves in what was effectively a double own goal.
Leighton Baines’s lofted free-kick dipped into the heart of the penalty area, and under pressure from Louis Saha, John Terry’s glancing header bounced off a post, ricocheted off the back of a confused Petr Cech and fell inside the goal to Everton’s great surprise. Bonus time.
Their gift was not well protected, however, as Everton unravelled at the back almost immediately. Two goals in a five-minute spell appeared to put Chelsea’s universe back in order. First Frank Lampard dinked a pass into the path of Drogba. The Ivorian did not have to break stride as he curled the ball exquisitely past Tim Howard.
Then Branislav Ivanovic found Anelka, and the Frenchman found the perfect angle to poke Chelsea’s second through a flurry of fraught defenders.
Ancelotti would not have been thrilled to see Saha win the aerial battle against two blue shirts to skew a header wide. It was symptomatic of the anxiety in the Cheslea ranks when dealing with high balls.
David Moyes cursed as Jo limped off in first-half stoppage time after a collision with Terry. But it was a blessing in disguise as his replacement, Yakubu, produced an instinctive finish to equalise in the fifth minute of stoppage time.
After the break, Chelsea’s pressing had Everton pinned back and gasping for relief. It felt as if it was only a question of time, and just before the hour Drogba pounced again, volleying in Ivanovic’s long cross with a thrash of his right boot.
Back came Everton with another freakish goal. Drogba attacked John Heitinga’s free-kick, but his attempted clearance rebounded off the back of Saha’s head and looped over an increasingly bewildered Cech.
Howard was assured enough to frustrate what Chelsea could muster, to confirm a creditable, if somewhat baffling, point for Moyes’s patched up team to take home. Hockey was just fine from their point of view.
Premier LeagueChelseaEvertonAmy Lawrenceguardian.co.uk

