And it's amazing how many change-averse Evertonians were happy to pooter along with Moyes, guaranteed to win nothing and assured of Premier League survival. This is why our standards are so low. They were happy to be a sort of untainted Utopian club of Corinthians. Winning was something only the corrupt indulged in. No, for these Evertonians, purity was to be found in being "the best of the rest", whilst loftily proclaiming some sort of tradition-incurred superiority.
Frankly, that existence was pointless. Moshiri's reign has been disastrous, but it did, for a while, engender hope and may yet end in a brand new stadium. For all of the hard-working, incremental fastidiousness of the Moyes years, they were every bit as unsustainable as the wild Mosh era - except his came with a glimmer of possibility, while we all knew the man in the cardigan was fighting insurmountable odds externally and even within himself. He was never in a million years, despite all the hard yards he traveled, going to win us a pot. By the end, even he seemed to know it.