Where art thou Bill, you fat cancerous toad? Do you not want to shout it from the hill tops that you are the worlds biggest blue and how you got bullied in the boys pen? The sooner you are gone, by whatever means that maybe & I’m not even arsed anymore, is the only way this club can heal. You are reaping what you have sown, clung onto to the train set and sold it too an impulsive buffoon who’s going to be the end of this great club. Do us all a favour and go now before the inevitable happens, because goodison truly won’t be a safe place for you.