Evening all, and welcome to Everton v Manchester City!

Thanks for your company. Ta-ra.

Seventeen wins in a row for City. They're ten points clear and will win the league by an aeon.

Full-time: Everton 1-3 Man City

James goes to clear, misses the ball and blooters Cancelo instead. He doesn't like it much and you can see why - he stays down for a while, but is fine to continue.

Here comes Fernandinho for a run-around. Rodri goes off.

There'll be three added minutes.

Time elapses.

Ally McCoist gives Riyad Mahrez the man of the match award. No arguing with that.

It's quite hard to see how City aren't going to win a game at the moment.

Real talk: I did not see City getting this good this quickly. I assumed they'd miss players as good as Fernandinho and Ageuro, I was wrong. By defending sensibly, they're giving brilliant attacking players the platform to just go and be better than the other teams, and that's what we're seeing here.

City knock it about some more, then Cancelo injects some pace, diving across the face of the box; his shot it blocked.

City knock it about slowly. Everton would like to go home, if they can, please.

Both sides know this is over.

Sterling goes off ... and De Bruyne comes on. You've got to laugh.

Ok, maybe Pickford should've saved it. You probably guessed that though.

GOAL! Everton 1-3 Manchester City (Bernardo) That was inevitable and brilliant. City move it about then injects some pace, Mahrez into Jesus, who touches off first-time for Bernardo, who smashes low and hard. Pickford gets a hand, but is nowhere near keeping it out.

It's gone a bit quiet. City are the worst team to be behind to, because they're so adept at keeping the ball, and Everton are struggling to put much together.

Flickering interplay down the left between Foden and Sterling, but the final pass doesn't quite come off.

If Everton don't score, City will be ten points clear at the top of the table tonight. It seems inconceivable that they won't be champions at the end of the season.

James is immediately on the ball, running onto a cross that he punches straight at Ederson.