I DON’T particularly want to dwell on Saturday’s predictable defeat at Old Trafford but I feel the need to vent some of my frustrations.

I paid the ridiculous sum Manchester United charge for the pleasure of seeing an injury-ravaged Everton side comprehensively beaten in last season’s televised teatime clash, or stroll in the park as it proved.

This time I opted to settle for the box and while it was a much more resolute Everton on show, the outcome left me feeling as miserable as I did trudging away from the so-called ‘theatre’ last time out.

People will see the game differently.

We came within six minutes or so of claiming a hard-fought point against a side almost certain to finish as Premier League champions and on the verge of another European cup final.

You could also say we eventually ran out of luck having clung on desperately at times while offering next to nothing in terms of an attacking threat.

Forgive me if I lean more towards the latter.

I know United are a top side but with their games coming thick and fast, this was a chance for an in-form Everton side to go out there with confidence and have a real go at ending that 19-year hoodoo.