Brodders17 said:
this is not a defence of the match committee general lack of faith in the younger guys, but in fairness in regards in to McBesus, i reckon most of those goals were last year. before last weeks bag of 5 he has been struggling a bit this year, most likely due to an interrupted season.
nothing wrong with letting him consolidate his form before bringing him in.
Dimma's problem is a failure to grasp the moment. Time after time he has eschewed a a more talented youngster in place of a seasoned veteran.
eg Grigg and Houli ahead of Madonna, Lennon, Helbig and ors.
More pertinently players like Miller, Mcguane or A Edwards in front of our bevy of young talls.
Dimma just doesn't recognise opportunity when it knocks. He fears change and challenges rather than embracing them.
Reminds me of when Dimma was stuck on his roof in the middle of the recent floods. He looked up to the heavens and says. I continue to have faith in your game plan Lord and I know you will rescue me.
Just then a lithe tall speed boat comes past and offers Dimma a lift. He says defiantly "Oh No I cant get a lift on the SS Mcbean, it hasn't got the runs in heavy weather. I prefer a more reliable and less flashy Thomas tinnie" So the SS McBean goes on its way.
Then the USS Madonna Black Hawk hovers past and offers a lift and Dimnma says " The Madonna is talented but under high air pressure it may be found wanting. I prefer the more reliable Houlicopter". So the Madonna keeps flying south.
Finally the Lennon hovercraft zooms by and Dimma umms and aahhs and says "I'm a bit suspicous of all these smooth moves and precise delivery motions of the Lennon. I prefer the jerks and quirks of the Hover-Hampson or the Morris Minor." So the Lennon hovercraft up and goes.
As nightfalls the expected happens and Dimma drowns and floats up to Heaven. Soon he meets God in his leather chair smoking a pipe and looking very much like Stephen Fry.
"Lord" dimma shouts " "I had faith in your game plan and faith in your ability to save me."
God gets up and says "Give us some help here! I sent you the the Mcbean, Madonna and Lennon. What more do you want. If you're not going to use them nothing will save you!"
PS Dimma also continued to pray to God to win the lottery. Each week he prayed and each week he lost. Finally he lost faith and texted God "Dear God, each week I pray to you to win the lottery and each week you forsake me." Instantly god sends back a text " Dear Dimma, buy a ticket!"