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The Sandro Mosquero Thesis
I’m sure we can remember only too well that strikers are strange beasts. They have a storming match or two then seemingly forget how to play the game. With a striker called Sandro that seems to happen in a magnified fashion.
We’d see a game of sublime brilliance followed by a game of headless-chicken madness. One game we’ll see Mosquero looking hungry, battling, running and generally doing all the things he should be doing considering how much talent he still has to offer.
Then we have games where he appears indifferent, doesn’t battle, doesn’t run and has the first touch of a brick wall with explosives strapped to it. And so, why is this? I think we just have to accept the man was and will always be an enigma.
We have seen that he’s not only skilful, with a good shot and pass, but that he’s also an intelligent player. He’s unselfish with creating as well as scoring, and even willing to come back and muck in with the defence (on occasions!).
I don’t mind anyone having an off-game. True, I’d rather they didn’t, but I cannot stand to see someone with so much to offer to a struggling Wanderers team who doesn’t appear to care as much to turn up and share his expertise with his fellow team mates. After all, how many teams at our level can boost the talents of a former youth team international in their ranks?
So we come to the theory – and it isn’t very complicated – Mr Mosquero plays better when there’s someone applying pressure on him by kicking his lazy backside and getting him to take it seriously. Now that the team needs a leader in the top third our number one forward needs to rise to the task for the remaining eight games of the season. It means he’s going to have to bust a gut to keep to keep this team in the First Division.
Well, let me tell you this, Mr Mosquero – we need people who are prepared to bust a gut for the cause, so get your finger out and play like we know you’re capable of. So many times I’ve criticised Sandro (not slagged off, criticism isn’t necessarily negative) and added the caveat that I’m happy to be proven wrong – and a few times over the last few years I thought he had proven me wrong.
So once again Sandro, I throw down the challenge to you – this time in writing – to make me look like a waffling eejit, and prove me wrong by turning up and performing well for the remaining games this season. If not for me, do it for your team mates.
Vip Mair |
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