The manager that made Everton professional.
We've all heard it in anecdotes from ye olden times of football, how players would be out drinking or sitting at home playing video games or how they had sweets and pastries pre-match or whatever, and these are things that used to happen quite recently. Appearantly Wenger was the one who removed the cookie tray from the wardrobe at Arsenal, and i am sure that Everton in this same period had to start dealing with the facts and challenges of modern football.
David Moyes was an excellent administrator and admiral overseer of the HMS Everton for over a decade, and he made this ship make money in a time where players went from costing virtually nothing (remember Alan Shearer was the record signing of the world for £15m. Today, that sum gets you two fifths of Andy Carroll) and exploiting it shrewdly while generating the right results.
Another thing is, he was right for us. He was proper Everton. He might not have said the right things tactically, he might not have had the proper game mentality, but he had the right kind of heart, the right color nose. Knife to a gun fight and bottling aside, at least he stood up for our existence like the catholic dad of that kid that gets into fights in 4th grade with lads twice his size despite not really wanting to fight. It's just that he gets picked on sometimes and if he doesn't put up a fight he'll be disregarded as one of the weak nerdy kids and his social life will go to pish. At least now that kid gets by as one of the inbetweeners.
Cause catholic dad Moyes gave him a little bit of basic knife combat training. With Phil Neville as the pointy-haired pointy-fingered awkward uncle. So it's no coincidence that polish Phil did THAT gawdy dancing celebration.
