So the rumours are true and Bill Kenwright leaves us for the great Boys Pen in the sky, and takes with him forever the secret of ‘the Arteta money’.

Now is not the time to debate his legacy or descend into petty point scoring. And that’s why there’s no doubt that the tributes in the coming weeks will all be massively respectful.

Kenwright was a massive part of Everton’s history and someone who dearly loved the club the way we all do. 

Unlike us though, for good or ill he got to be, as Theodore Roosevelt described, The Man in The Arena.

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”

Up the Toffees, Bill.