Whoever decided to take down the famous old North Bank clock would have been blissfully unaware of the poignancy.
At the moment George Elokobi took leave of his responsibilities and allowed Osman to cross for Jermaine Beckford to score, I glanced to check those hands of time I’ve checked 10,000 times before.
It had gone. Not so much time running out for Wolves, but disappeared completely.
No need to stop the clocks when they don’t even exist.
And like the vacant, sad empty space on top of the North Bank roof our defence looked likewise, in a pathetic indictment of a faded championship trophy.
Whoever utters that we were even remotely unlucky to concede the opener is missing the point completely.
Yes we had bossed the game for the first 20 minutes and looked by far the better team, but when your hapless, sub standard left back goes AWOL for yet another week it ceases to be unlucky. It is just bloody stupid.
No wonder they took the clock away. When you’ve had four years to find a competent left back from somewhere, then there’s hardly any point in telling the time anymore.
From the first goal on, Everton showed why they are a team on the cusp of a top 6 place with a clinical, measured display which stank of Premiership efficiency.
We just stank, resorting to the bizarre tactic of hoofing long balls to Sylvan Distin’s head, after emphatically proving for 20 minutes that we could give him headaches when we got the ball on the floor.
Like a quality opening batsman fending off the new ball, Everton eventually opened up, scoring a ridiculously good goal through Neville, the like of which he will never manage again.
And all of a sudden our 4-4-2 formation looked hopelessly exposed, Bilyanatdinov racing into open space to leather another goal of the month contender, as if saved especially for us.
So what has changed?
Yes, Doyle got injured in that damned Ireland friendly, but does that justify an entire formation change and subsequent home battering?
Does the manager not remember when he tried 4-4-2 at home to Bolton? Or Liverpool?
Eight points from 4 games had us all looking at our clocks for this very home game.
But Mick – at his infuriatingly stubborn worst – reaches for a deadly, doomed concoction like a drunkard at the last chance saloon.
What on earth has Adam Hammill done wrong, apart from play a starring role in our recent revival? Would any other manager treat a player this way?
Everton lose Fellaini, Arteta and Cahill before today’s game and keep exactly the same formation in place, using the exact same script from the Goodison Park dressing room.
We lose one player and we lose the bloody lot…
…The formation, the personnel, the game of football, and even the clock that told us how long we had left.