We head over to the Sunday Mirror for the day's pick of the sports reads.

We've selected a column by Michael Calvin ahead of the Merseyside derby. And he's none too impressed with Everton and Liverpool.

Today’s 212th Liverpool derby is bottom of the bill, behind Chelsea’s visit to the Emirates and El Gran Clasico between Barcelona and Real Madrid.

It won’t feel like it, of course. Defiance is a local speciality and Goodison, like Anfield, is a wonderfully evocative arena.

The anthems will soar, the tackles will fly and a city will be united across a fabled sporting divide.

But then reality will take hold.

Everton, like Spandau Ballet, are an Eighties tribute act. Like Liverpool, they are potential victims of the Woolworths effect. The clubs have enviable customer bases but are trapped by tradition. Lack of foresight means they’ve failed to move with the times

Loyalty has its limitations, and they cannot continue to rely on prisoners of conscience.

No one could deny David Moyes the right to stop banging his head against the glass ceiling of Everton’s financial limitations.

He needs to move soon to the big job which will define his managerial career. Otherwise he will be tainted as the nearly man of his trade.

Similarly, Steve Gerrard must fear he is slowly morphing into a modern version of Matthew Le Tissier.

Gerrard is the ultimate local hero, who defines his home city and the club to which he has given his professional life.

Lesser characters would have cashed in, walked away after that legendary Champions League Final in Istanbul.

They would have trotted out the usual excuses about the need for new challenges.

It’s difficult to envisage Gerrard joining another English club, but I can see him resuming his partnership with Xabi Alonso in the virgin white of Real Madrid.