We really were the definition of a company run by the clueless descendants of the founders. It's like we handed Edward II the reins of the club. Which is weird, given that Moshiri amassed a fortune on his own.
I don't think he's an idiot so much as that he was out of his depth, had too much ego to realize it and was poorly advised. I can't even hang all of the whole thing on Kenwright. It's like Moshiri got rich without ever reading Machiavelli's take on 'yes' men through good fortune, then squandered a good chunk of the proceeds learning a painful lesson. Now he wants out, which is what a sensible human being would do after shedding the blood he left on the floor.
Think they partied thinking A another would always be there to top up the bank account mate.
If it was to become a novel I’d call it “The curious life of the Everton bag man”.