If the imaginary shirtail actually existed in fact, there would be a photo of hundreds of thousands of Evertonians hanging onto it with their fingernails, digging in their heels and anything else they could muster. If we lose the next two games we can all forget about the possibilities and go back to relaxing into our rational seventh placed finish, modular way of thinking. "But fuck that"! Who want's to do that before it's unachievable? There's still nine games to go. I'm going nowhere me, until it's beyond us. Say cheese!