BPB was in panic mode. He had left it six games too late to jettison Walter, and the 'r' word was a very real threat.
He needed somebody who knew the Championship. The league, the teams, the players , the officials, the grounds etc; and he needed someone who would be grateful to manage a club the stature of Everton.
Thankfully he selected Moyes.
Then the problem arose. Bill had little resources, Moyes had little to show he could conquer the world, ergo, a marriage made in Heaven. The Plucky Little Everton was borne.
Jobs for the boys ensued to retain our status feeding off the scraps.