Everton ordered Manchester United to switch ends at kick-off when they traditionally attack the Stretford End in the second half, as if Jordan Pickford's goal would be hexed. For 36 minutes, it was.
After all that attacking and feckless finishing, it was apt that the charmed life that Pickford's goalframe led expired through a purportedly defensive-minded scorer.
Scott McTominay's goal-getting nous is renowned enough that whenever his name appears on the scoresheet it is not incongruous. He was deployed as the deepest of United's front six and still had the positional discipline to burst into the gap that Michael Keane had dozily afforded him and lashed the ball past a porous Pickford.
