From The Independent:
'If David Moyes confirms his promise and becomes one of the big managers - and English football ever has the courage to speak out against a sickening descent into the great maw of yob culture - he might just look back on the last few days with some embarrassment.
They have not been his finest. First, before some vital revisionism, he told the world that Chelsea's William Gallas was the real culprit for going down when butted in the back of his head by James Beattie.
Now, after a night of malignant spirit and some criminality on the terraces he was declaring: "I thought the crowd were great for the team and I'm going to need them in the next few weeks." Great? Needed? At such moments it is hard not to cringe for what has happened to the values of the national game.
There was one telling micro-picture of this "great" following nominated by the club manager as a vital element in Everton's attempt to beat the odds and qualify for a place in the Champions' League.
It was of proud parents sitting with their young son in the expensive seats. He was wearing a blue shirt with Wayne Rooney's old number and across it was scrawled the legend "Traitor". The child could have been no more than eight years old. Did he pick the shirt out of his own mature appraisal of what is right or wrong? Or was it given to him as an early careless lesson in how easy it is to hate?
In its way it was as disturbing as the lawlessness that saw United's goalkeeper Roy Carroll going down after being hit by a coin, and the collecting by stewards and police of mobile phones which lay on the terraces after failing to reach the pitch. And the golf ball that bounced around without the courtesy of a cry of "four" and the other missiles which sailed on to the field when United, as they did almost effortlessly at times, took the play to Everton. There was the graffiti "Rooney Die". There was the relentless booing whenever he was near the ball. Carroll was reported to have told stewards that he feared for his safety. It is an understandable concern when mob feeling is on a high, unchecked tide.
Rooney handled himself very well indeed. He snapped back, it is true, when plainly dealt a gratuitous insult by a well-dressed couple on the touchline, who it turned out were match sponsors. What were they sponsoring? A football match or Merseyside's version of a hate rally?'
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