From the Upper Bullens, this looked a lot like two points dropped against a home side appallingly poor even by their own recent standards. I mean, really utter dog shit. What about our man in the cheap seats? Stephen Ord has your report.

It's ninety-two minutes on the clock and a team that haven't threatened at all since the sixteenth minute have a free kick. We've all seen this before. This would be classic Newcastle, to play a team off the park away from home and leave with absolutely nothing. Luckily the only thing we had to fear was damage to the stands from the effort.

If Man City was a turning point of the season, it wasn't seen on Tuesday as the Mags laboured to beat a League Two side at home. There was the application back but a lack of purpose about Newcastle tonight. A team full of runners who spent parts of the game stood around hoping someone else would make it happen. If the future of the team involves us scoring goals, then we need a proper back up to Isak, not a perma-crocked Wilson or a fifteen million pound player the manager doesn't seem to want to play.

Goodison looks probably much like it did when Dixie Dean was banging them in to start the 1930s. It's nice to go back to one of the old grounds of English football, but it's horrendously outdated now and makes the East Stand look truly modern and luxurious.

Based on the display we saw from them today, though, starting next season in the Championship is not unthinkable. Yet there are probably enough teams worse than them to save them again. For Newcastle, we can remind them that Anthony Gordon left because they're not very good, but beating them rubs that in a bit more.

Everton started quite well, piling pressure on the edge of our box and Newcastle started to panic a bit. Misplaced passes were far too frequent. The defence at times looked to be keen to push up but only ran into their own midfield.

A cross was nodded in by Doucoure - on first view I thought he was onside. The always honest Freeman Mag straight away called it a mile offside. We will agree to meet in the middle. It woke United up.

Suddenly the ball moved forward down each side and the lads seemed driven on by the backing of the away end. Trippier in particular was trying to get up to support Murphy and Tonali.

Then came a big chance for Bruno which was cleared off the line having beat Pickford. It hit NDiaye who knew nothing about it. The game was swinging our way. Then we got a penalty after Tonali spent some time down in their box. Three penalties in seven and a half days, two dispatched ... not this one. It had felt like fate that Gordon would score, but he didn't.

The rest of the first half was played at the far end from us, but it didn't change what we saw. Great runs into the box and an almost steadfast refusal to have a shot. The man who was reminded of his friendship with Adam Johnson had made the one save he needed to. We hoped that we would get a few more sighters of goal in the second half.

No changes at half time and the one way procession largely continued, with Nick Pope barely troubled the entirety of the second half.

Newcastle went searching down both left and right. Some good chances came and went. One of the best fell to Bruno, who scooped it with his left foot like a golf shot. Could anyone please start working with him on hitting through the laces?

Substitutions arrived at regular intervals. Doucoure somehow avoided a booking, Gordon was coming deeper and deeper, but there wasn't a plan.

We got wide a lot, but either there weren't enough people in the box, the defenders cut it out, or the pass was behind the onrushing player. It felt like when we got in the opposition box, we were too slow to move it or just panic set in. Dyche knows how to use a low block.

At one point Miggy looked to be in and had a shot, at our angle it looked in and it hit the net. Sadly the wrong side of the post.

In the end, both sets of fans trudged off into the night probably wondering how they'd watched a game with no goals. Newcastle have two in their last four and need to find a way of playing that offers chances and someone to take them.

If nothing else, it's not a defeat on the road, but it's not a win which it should have been. The worry is that the luck is continuing to be with us, but now we aren't capitalising. Let's hope Eddie's usual shake up in the October international break takes effect again.

Stephen Ord