David Moyes is largely responsible for some of the most cherished memories of my young and - before you all dive in there - yes, pathetically underexperienced life. I really don't care how istatements like that look, whether they make me look small time, the club look small time, whether they seem like a painful indictment that our glory days are well and truly behind us and that I don't know what its like to witness genuine Everton greatness or even genuine splendour the world has to offer: none of those thoughts change the fact I've grown up with and through football over the last 11 years, and Moyes has been all I've known. There have been some bad lows - 7-0 at Highbury, 5-1 Bucharest, a couple of dreadful derbies and one or two other unsavoury collapses - but also some great highs, some great nights. They ranged from the expectantly huge (Villarreal, Metalist Kharkhiv away, West Ham league cup quaterfinal, Chelsea league cup semifinal, Liverpool 3-0, FA Cup semifinal [I cried when Jagielka's pen went in. Tears of joy) to the delightful surprises (7-1 Sunderland, 1-0 Arsenal with Andy Johnson in the snow, those fiery games against Villa. A great 3-1 win against Portsmouth when we were out for Europe. That brilliant Osman goal against Lsarissa. Pummelling United and Chelsea in the same week. There has been many) and, I tip my hat off to the almost unsurpassable Fiorentina game. It still pains me to remember that we actually went out that night, because if we had got through I would still be reliving it now. The noise after Arteta's goal was genuinely awe-inspiring. I knew then that I was in special company that night, and I just wanted to live it every game. To have followed Everton in the 80s; alas, if only.
And alas indeed, because alas is all I've got. The closest I've seen us come to glory is a dejected Neville being comforted by the cruelly injured Arteta on a baking Wembley turf. My notions of glory go no further than the feeling of pride I got knowing we'd finished above the likes of Villa, Newcastle, Spurs, Portsmouth Sunderland, Liverpool and City at various times, all of them having spent more than us. But then it was the very games that make a season mundane that I'll always be grateful for - Arteta's goal of the seaon against Bolton; that mad game when Ruddy and Turner went off; McFadden's eye bogglingly special goal against Charlton, the occasional dishings of football we handed out like 5-1 Hull, 6-1 Brann, 3-0 Portsmouth.
I can't think of all those games and memories - insigifcant though they each individually might be - and think of the contributions Moyes made to them. Given what he had to work with finanially, he regularly turned out quality teams. He furnished the team with great characters like Cahill, Arteta, Jagielka, Neville, Osman who never gave less than 100% and never carried themselves with an ego. If nothing else, he gave you pride in your team. He certainly gave me pride in and great memories of Everton.
So farewell Davey, and good luck. I would say you've done us and yourself proud, and you will be missed. And remember: whilst the titles are simply there to be won for you now, you were first - and always will be - a champion of the people's club.