Bill Kenwright is sitting back on his sofa on the top floor of his offices in Little Venice. He is wearing a light blue shirt and dark blue trousers. So am I. I know the rules in his place of work: red attire is not allowed lest it conjure thoughts of Liverpool.
Anyway, he is thinking about the ill-begotten and unlamented European Super League and he is quoting Oscar Wilde, which is entirely what one might expect.
The Everton chairman and theatre impresario recites a line from An Ideal Husband, one of his most acclaimed productions, that he thinks best sums up the self-destructive folly that proved the undoing of the billionaire owners of the Big Six.