By Dominic King for the Daily Mail
Published: 22:10 GMT, 4 December 2019 | Updated: 22:14 GMT, 4 December 2019
Wherever you chose to look there was trouble, the picture book signs of a club slithering further and further into turmoil.
In the away end, a steady flow of enraged fans in Blue marched down the steps waving their arms in fury. They had seen enough, suffered enough. The angry mob were in no mood to witness a pasting at the hands of the enemy.
On the pitch, there was more discord. Fingers were jabbed; faces were screwed up in frustration. Everton were defending with the composure of a hapless Sunday League team, giving Liverpool space and freedom to run amok. It was absolutely pathetic.
Marco Silva looked a broken man as he watched his side capitulate against their biggest rivals
Jordan Pickford could almost not bear to watch as Everton were thrashed by Liverpool
Then there was the scene in the Directors Box. Marcel Brands, the Director of Football, and Alexander Ryazantsev, the Chief Financial Officer, angrily gesticulated about the scene that unfolded before them in the first 45 minutes. Welcome to Everton, December 2019.
Football has changed dramatically since this particular fixture was the pre-eminent clash in England but the fundamentals for success in this meeting will never alter: the need for organisation and desire and the necessity to do everything with pride.
Everton – shambolic Everton – had none of that. The fall guy will be Marco Silva and it is simply a question of when, rather than if, the club dispense with the Portuguese's services. He was a broken man on Wednesday night, spending most of the 90 minutes shaking his head and shuffling his feet.
Silva is a good man but his team has simply not performed over the last 18 months. When Divock Origi put Liverpool in front after six minutes,