Everton are among the few genuine giants of English football, writes lifelong fan BRIAN VINER ahead of their final-day battle for survival. So now that the magic seems so irretrievably lost, we are hurt, bewildered and angry

For all the uncertainties swirling around Sunday's final round of Premier League matches, there is one thing you can bet your replica shirt on: at around 6.30pm an outside broadcast director will look at the available camera shots and select one of a young fan sobbing inconsolably, probably next to a stricken parent.

And it could well be that the image comes from one of the English game's most venerable citadels, Goodison Park.

For as long as I can remember I have watched those final-day pictures of kids crying, my sympathy for their pain lasting only as long as they're on screen.