I have no regrets about somehow ending up supporting Everton since i was a preschool kid, in Norway out of all places. In hindsight, should i have done as the rest and supported one of them red teams?
It might have brought more football-related happiness, but that's an entirely different timeline and I'm sure the multiverse where i'm posting cringe tweets about how Ole's at the wheel is an altogether sadder one.
My alternate me spent summer 2017 waddling about in Alicante in black Havaianas trying to make eye contact with people. In this timeline however, i spent that summer worrying about how that dutch underfilled backpack Koeman could have the audacity to treat Oumar Niasse as he did and having unfairly high hopes for Jordan Pickford, visions of Davy Klaassen bossing the midfield, and enjoying the promise of Wayne Rooney returning to Everton.
I am speaking entirely without authority on this as my subjectivity makes me unable to conclude anything other than that i wouldn't trade this timeline's summer '17 for anything. Or summer 2009 for that matter, when we started the season with 6-1 to Arsenal.
This suddenly got existential but come on, there's a reasoning to the born not manufactured line, even for a non-local like me. This would include all the moaning and terror and ignominy we've suffered, with or without Moshiri.
I have to say there are tinges of disappointment and bouts of cringing about what he's brought to the club, but also big achievements and improvements which has led the club to a place altogether more decent than what could have been in alternate timelines.