David Moyes sat in his chair and looked blankly out into the distance. Around him, a stadium that had once been buoyant was emptying except for one delirious pocket of red in the far corner. It was the look of someone who taps their blazer pocket and discovers their wallet has been pilfered, a moment where the colour drains from their face as reality clamps hold: how could it happen? Why is it happening to us? Everton have endured plenty of last-minute heartache in these local squabbles but this one stung more acutely. The first Merseyside derby at their palatial home was supposed to end joyously on the banks of the Royal Blue River Mersey but along came those old warhorses to blow dreams to smithereens. Mohamed Salah and Virgil van Dijk have, by some consensus, been pale imitations of their old selves in this most draining campaign but class, remember, endures. What a time for them to turn back the clock and, in doing so, give Moyes nightmares for the next week.…